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HYMNS   OF   HOLY    REFRESHMENT. 


EDITED    BY   THE 


RKV.    F.    D.    HUNTINGTON,    D.  I). 


"And  they  came  to  Elim,  Tvoere  ivere  tivel<ve  'wells 
of  <water,  and  threescore  and  ten  palm-trees:  and  they 
encamped  there  by  the  waters." 


BOSTO N 
E.  P.  DUTTON  AND  COMPANY. 

NEW    YORK:    HUPD    AN?)    HOUGHTON;.; 
1866. 


v    ~>o  u 


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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1 864,  by 

E.    P.    DUTTON    AND    COMPANY, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District 
of  Massachusetts. 


RIVERSIDE,    CAMBRIDGE: 

STER-EQ'TYPED     AND,  .  P  R't  N  T  E  D     BY 

H.'d.«   HOUOHVoN    kN-D'.COMPANY. 


1  ^ey  greet  me  midst  the  shadows  cold,— 
Such  thoughts  as  holy  men  of  old 

Amidst  the  desert  found; 
Such  gladness  as  in  Him  they  felt 
Who,  ivitb  them,  through  the  darkness  dive  It 
And  compassed  all  around."" 

Ruskin. 


28214 


PREFACE. 


BSRRAWN  from  many    sources,    fugitive 
^jjj    and  permanent,  old  and  new,  near  and 

'  distant,  open  and  obscure,  the  contents 

of  this  volume  cannot  be  better  introduced 
than  in  the  language  of  the  Preface  of  the 
"  Lyra  Anglicana," —  from  which  some  of  the 
most  striking  and  valued  pieces  are  taken,  —  by 
the  Rev.  R.  H.  Baynes,  M.  A.  of  St.  Edmund 
Hall,  Oxford,  and  Perpetual  Curate  of  Holy 
Trinity,  Maidstone  :  — 

u  A  few  words  will  explain  the  object  of  this  Collection 
of  Hymns  and  Sacred  Songs.  It  is  intended  as  a  sup- 
plement to  the  many  books  of  a  similar  character  already 
published.  I  have  therefore  purposely  excluded  many 
well-known  and  favorite  hymns,  on  the  ground  that 
nearly  all  of  them  are  to  be  found  in  those  Collections  to 
which  I  have  referred.  A  considerable  number  of  those 
inserted  in  this  Book  will  be  new  to  the  majority  of  read- 
ers, but  I  venture  to  believe  that,  when  known  and  ap- 


vi  Preface.^ 

predated,  they  will  be  added  to  the  list  of  those  Sacred 
Songs  most  dear  to  Christian  hearts." 

"  It  would  be  almost  impossible  to  overrate  the  value 
of  really  good  hymns  for  private  as  well  as  public  use. 
Next  to  the  Bible  itself,  hymns  have  done  more  to  influ- 
ence our  views  and  mould  our  theology  than  any  other 
instrumentality  whatever.  There  is  a  power  in  hymns 
which  never  dies.  Easily  learned  in  the  days  of  child- 
hood and  of  youth  ;  often  repeated ;  seldom,  if  ever,  for- 
gotten, they  abide  with  us,  a  most  precious  heritage,  amid 
all  the  changes  of  our  earthly  life.  They  form  a  fitting 
and  most  welcome  expression  for  every  kind  of  deep  re- 
ligious feeling :  they  are  with  us  to  speak  of  Faith  and 
Hope  in  hours  of  trial  and  sorrow  ;  with  us,  to  animate 
to  all  earnest  Christian  eflbrt ;  with  us,  as  the  rich  Conso- 
lation of  individual  hearts,  and  as  one  common  bond  of 
Fellowship  between  the  living  members  of  Christ's  mys- 
tical body." 

"If  the  present  Collection  should  tend  in  any  way  to 
further  these  blessed  ends,  I  shall  indeed  rejoice,  and  shall 
consider  any  labor  on  my  part  as  more  than  abundantly 
repaid." 

To  this  may  be  fitly  added  Milton's  musical 
prose  definition  of  the  purposes  of  such  poetry : 

"  To  celebrate  in  glorious  and  lofty  hymns  the  throne 
and  equipage  of  God's  almightiness  ;  and  what  He  works, 
and  what  He  suffers  to  be  wrought  with  high  providence 
in  His  Church  ;  to  sing  victorious  agonies  of  saints  and 
martyrs,  the  deeds  and  triumphs  of  just  and  pious  nations 


Preface.  vii 

doing  valiantly,  through  faith,  against  Christ's  enemies ; 
to  deplore  the  general  relapses  of  kingdoms  and  states  from 
justice  and  God's  true  worship  :  Lastly,  whatsoever  in  re- 
ligion is  holy  and  sublime  ;  in  virtue,  amiable  or  grave  .... 
all  these  things  to  paint  out  and  describe,  teaching  over 
the  whole  book  of  sanctity  and  virtue,  through  all  the 
instances  of  example,  with  such  delight  to  those  especially 
of  soft  and  delicious  temper,  who  will  not  so  much  as  look 
upon  Truth  herself  unless  they  see  her  elegantly  dressed, 
—  that  whereas  the  paths  of  honesty  and  good  life  appear 
now  to  be  rugged  and  difficult,  though  they  be  indeed 
easy  and  pleasant,  they  will  then  appear  to  all  men  easy 
and  pleasant,  though  they  were  rugged  and  difficult  in- 
deed." 

The  cc  Palms  "  of  Elim  stand  for  majesty, 
strength,  and  victory.  The  u  Fountains  "  are 
for  fruitfulness,  beauty,  and  peace.  These  re- 
freshing images  represent  the  character  of  the 
grand  and  comforting  compositions  which  are 
here  brought  together.  Considering  how  rap- 
idly the  stores  of  Sacred  verse  —  including  some 
of  a  really  high  order  of  poetical  and  spiritual 
excellence  —  have  accumulated  in  our  language 
within  a  few  years,  by  research  and  by  produc- 
tion, it  may  not  be  thought  presumptuous  to  say 
that  it  has  been  endeavored  to  admit  no  one 
poem   into  this  Collection  that   does  not  bear 


Vlll 


Pre/a, 


some  mark  of  poetic  power  and  of  a  clear  spiritual 
discernment.  The  compiler  thinks,  with  equal 
confidence,  that  the  whole  volume  will  be  found  p 
to  be  pervaded  with  the  blessed  Doctrine  and 
Spirit  of  Christ,  our  Sacrifice  and  our  Righteous- 
ness, —  the  indwelling  Light  and  Eternal  Life 
of  believing  souls. 


All  Saints'  Day,  1864. 


F.  D.  IL 


CONTENTS. 


Pag«s 
Reason  and  Faith        .  .         C.  F.  Alexander         i 

Repentance  and  Faith        .         Renj.  W.  Alexander         3 
Believers  not  seeing    .  .    Canterbury  hymnal         6 

"  I  know  in  whom  I  have  believed  "  .7 

"  Seek  ye  my  face  —  Thy  face,  Lord,  will  I  seek  " 

E.  K.  Blunt         9 
Strength  in  Weakness  .  .  .  C.  L.  Ford       1 1 

I  said  •  •  •        Caroline  A.  Mason        13 

The  Compass    .  .  .  .  .  15 

Mont  Blanc  revisited  .  .  .  .16 

My  Sheep  hear  my  Voice  .  .  .  18 

The  Shadow  of  a  Great  Rock  in  a  Weary  Land      .       20 
This  is  my  Beloved  and  this  is  my  Friend 

S.  Bernard       23 
O  Lord,  Thou  knowest ! 

Author  of"  Hymns  from  the  Land  of  Luther  "       25 
Rabbi,  where  dwellest  Thou  ?  —  Come  and  see  „. 

Author  of  the  "  Three  Wakings  "       28 
The  Well  at  Sychar 

Author  of  the  "  Three  Wakings  "       30 
Come,  blessed  Jesu  .  .  .  .32 

The  Love  of  Christ  which  passeth  Knowledge 

Christina  G.  Rossetti       34 
For  us  also         .  .  .  John  Wesley       36 

The  Israelites  at  the  Red  Sea  .  .  -38 

The  Way  of  Sorrows  .         W.  Chatterton  Dix       40 


x  Contents. 

Page 

Emmaus           .             .             .    Thomas  Grinfield  42 

Sunday  Eve            .             .             James  jD.  Burns  44 

At  the  Door      .             .             .         Joseph  Grigg  46 

Hymn  for  Epiphany           .             C.  F.  Alexander  48 

Rest "  H.  L.  Lr  49 

"  I  am  Thine "     .             .             .             .  Gambold  5 1 

Jesus  is  God ! .              .              .           Oratory  Hymns  53 

Worthy  the  Lamb             .          Canterbury  Hymnal  5$ 

I  will  not  let  Thee  go              .                    C.  Wesley  57 

The  Boy  with  the  Five  Loaves     Lyra  Innocentium  59 
Christ  and  the  Little  Ones  .             .             .             .62 

"  My  Meditation  of  Him  shall  be  sweet "    Toplady  65 

v"  Christ  in  you,  the  Hope  of  Glory  "    .       Toplady  68 
Love  of  Love          .             .             .             .             .69 

"  Come  unto  Me "         .             .      Stephen  of  Saba  71 
A  Hymn  of  Angelus,  of  the  Seventeenth  Century 

C.  Winkiuorth  73 

Christ  all  in  all                      .             .             W.  C.  C.  75 

Jesus  passeth  by                                        C.  A.  M.  W.  76 

The  Answer            .             .             .             .  78 

Christ's  Word,  "Abide"            ...  80 
Sunday  next  before  Advent              .             .              .82 

A  Death-bed  Hymn      .             .             .             .  83 

The  Three  Wonders           .,       W.  Chatterton  Dix  85 

Come  !  ye  Lofty,  Come!  ye  Lowly    Archer  Gurney  87 

The  Infant  Jesus          .             .         Oratory  Hymns  89 

Midnight  Christmas  Communion   .             E.  L.  L.  91 

A  Carol  for  Christmas-tide       .             .     A.  M.  M.  94 

Good  Friday          .             .         Canterbury  Hymnal  96 

The  Chastisement  of  our  Peace  was  upon  Him  98 

A  Fine  Day  in  Passion  Week  Rev.  W.  Alexander  100 

The  Vigil  .             •             .                  Anna  Shipton  102 

Gethsemane      ....             Hart  104 
An  Ancient  Hymn  for  Maunday-Thursday  :  from 

the  German    .  .  .  .  .107 


Contents.  xi 

Page 

At  the  Lord's  Feast  •  M.  B.  Wheaton  109 
Touched  with  a  Feeling  of  our  Infirmities 

C.  F.  Alexander  112 
Not  our  Work        .            .            .            .            .114 

The  Grief  of  Pleasures   .  .           .  Philip  S.  IVorsley  115 

The  Healer  .              .              .    Canterbury  Hymnal  117 

"  Made  nigh  by  the  Blood  of  Christ  "         J.  Wesley  119 

Latus  Salvatoris  .  .  .  M .  Bridges  121 
The  Cross  and  the  Heart  .  .  .  .123 
The  Bread  that  cometh  down  from  Heaven 

C.  Wadsuoorth  125 

The  Miracles  of  Grace  and  Nature  J.  S.  B.  Monsell  127 

The  Christian  Altar      ....  129 

The  Oblation           .             .    Christina  G.  Rossetti  130 

The  Holy  Feast             .             .             .  H.  Alford  132 

The  Hunger            .             .'                   M.  Bridges  133 

The  Morning  of  Reception          .         W.  G.  Tupper  134 

This  do  in  Remembrance  of  Me     .             .    Bonar  136 

The  True  Bread  .  .  .  Bonar  139 
And  when  they  had  sung  an  Hymn,  they  went  out 

unto  the  Mount  of  Olives         Lyra  Anglicana  141 

Holy  Communion      .             .       Richard  Crashariv  143 

Communion  Hymn  .  .  C  F.  Alexander  145 
The  Holy  Communion 

Author  of  the  "  Three  Wakings  "  148 
The  Completion  of  the  Sacrifice  of  the  Cross 

A.  M.  M.  150 
Rock  of  Ages  —  in  Latin 


I 

light  Hon.  W.  L.  Gladstone 

152 

Easter-Eve 

Archer  Gurney 

i54 

Vigil  of  Easter- Eve 

Child's  Christian  Tear 

156 

Christ  risen 

Canterbury  Hymnal 

158 

Easter  Day 

Lyra  Anglicana 

1 6c 

Hymn  for  Easter    . 

.    Bonar 

162 

Easter  Celebration 

W.B. 

l6r 

xii  Contents. 

Page 

Ascension    .             .             .       Canterbury  Hymnal  167 

The  Ceaseless  Intercession         .             .           C.  S.  169 

Homeward  Guide   .              .    Arthur  Toxer  Russell  171 

The  Lord's  Knocking   .             .  Herbert  Kynaston  172 
How  long  ? 

Author  of"  Hymns  from  the  Land  of  Luther  "  174 

Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh  .              .  Laurenti  176 

Hymn  for  Advent  .           .  .             C.  F.  Alexander  178 

The  Blessed  Hope         .             Rev.  H.  G.  Tomkins  180 

Even  so  come,  Lord  Jesus  .             .             .    Bonar  181 

Surely  I  come  quickly   .              John  S.  B.  Monsell  183 

Lighted  Lamps         .             .      Canterbury  Hymnal  184 
The  Second  Advent      .             .             .             .186 

A  Litany  to  the  Holy  Ghost            .              Herrick  187 
The  Spirit  also  helpeth  our  Infirmities 

Rev.  H.  G.  Tomkins  188 
Lead  me  and  guide  me  .  .  Newman  190 
Daily  Service  of  the  Church  .  .  .  191 
On  hearing  Week-day  Service  at  Westminster  Ab- 
bey, Sept.  1858  .  .  .  S.  F.  194 
Jacob's  Ladder  .  Rev.  W.  Alexander  197 
The  Lord's  Day  .  .  Sir  E.  B.  Lytton  199 
Hymn  for  All  Saints*  Day  Rev.  H.  G.  Tomkins  201 
The  Burial  of  Moses  .  C.  F.  Alexander  203 
Vision  from  the  Apocalypse  Rev.  W.  Alexander  207 
White  Robes  and  Palms  Child's  Christian  Tear  210 
Before  the  Throne  .  Canterbury  Hymnal  212 
"  That  where  I  am  ye  may  be  also  "  .  .215 
Athanasius  against  the  World 

Rev.  W.  R.  Huntington  217 

Faith            ....        Miss  Noble  219 

She  hath  done  what  she  could    .             .  C.  L.  Ford  222 

Behold,  I  stand  at  the  Door  and  knock   A.  C.  Coxe  224 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness         .      C.  F.  Alexander  226 

The  Wanderer        .             .            .          E.  L.  Lee  229 


Contents,  xiii 

Page 
•*  Who  can  forgive  Sins,  but  God  only  ?  "      .  .     231 

Kyrie  Eleison     .  .  Catherine  Winkucorth     233 

I  believe  in  the  Resurrection  of  the  Body 

A.  L.  Waring     235 
The  Widow  of  Nain    ..  .  W.  R.  Neale     238 

The  Grave  at  Bethany         .  .         C.  L.  Ford     241 

The  Maid  is  not  dead,  but  sleepeth  .  .     244 

Strangers  and  Sojourners      .       Canterbury  Hymnal     247 
Below  and  above  .  Re=v.  W.  Alexander     248 

Now  is  our  Salvation  nearer  than  when  we  believed 

Carey     252 
The  Death  of  the  Christian  Re<v.  J.  D.  Burns     254 

Who,  and  whence  .  .  .  .256 

Only  waiting  .....     259 

Going  Home     .  .  .      Lyra  Anglicana     261 

The  Jerusalem  that  is  above  .         S.  Bernard     263 

No  Night  there        .  .       Canterbury  Hymnal     268 

"  Thou  art  my  Portion,  O  Lord  "         .  .  270 

"  Till  the  Change  come  "  .  .  .271 

The  Mount  of  Olives     .  .  C.  L.  Ford     275 

A  Prayer     .  .  .  .  .  .278 

Rest  and  Peace  in  Truth  Adelaide  A.  Procter     280 

Here  is'my  Heart  .  .  .  .  .281 

A  Soul's  Entreaty  ....  284 

Evening  Hymn  of  the  Greeks  .  Anatolius     286 

Even-song  .  .  .      Lyra  Anglicana     287 

Lighten  our  Darkness  .  Lyra  Anglicana     290 

An  Evening  Hymn       .  .        Oratory  Hymns     291 

Midnight     ......     293 

Morning  .  .      Hymnologia  Christiana     295 

Prayer  for  the  Gift  of  Gratitude  .  .  297 

In  all  Time  of  our  Prosperity    Edivard  C.  Porter     298 
Aspiration  .  .  .  .  .  .301 

Day  and  Night     Rev,  John  S.  B.  MonselU  LL.  D.     303 
Discouraged  because  of  the  Way    Christian  Lyrics     305 


xiv  Contents, 

Tage 

The  Maid  in  Syria       .         Child' }s  Christian  Tear  311 

One  by  one               .             .             .    A.  A.  Proctor  313 
They  that  sow  in  Tears  shall  reap  in  Joy 

Author  of  the  "  Three  Wakings  "  315 

Christ  at  Sychar     .             .            .  Lyra  Anglicana  317 

The    Sages  and  the  Shepherds   .             .             .  319 
As  one  whom  his  Mother  comforteth 

Lucy  F.  M.  Mayo  320 

Something  for  Thee                                                .*  322 

The  Carver's  Lesson             ....  324 

Marah  and  Elim             .             .             .             *  327 


Cretin 


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REASON   AND   FAITH. 

HROUGH  paths  of  pleasant  thought  I 
ran, 
False  science  sang  enchanted  airs ; 
She  told  of  nature  and  of  man, 

And  of  the  Godlike  gifts  he  bears. 
But  when  I  sat  down  by  the  way, 

And  thought  out  life,  and  thought  out  sin, 
The  burning  truths  that  round  me  lay, 
And  all  the  weak;,  proud  self  within  ; 

Still  in  my  single  soul  there  wrought 

The  sense  of  sin,  t;he  curse  of  doom, 
Till  slowly  broke  upon  my  thought 

An  Eastern  olive-garden's  gloom. 
Hung  on  Thy  Cross  'twixt  earth  and  heaven 

I  saw  Thee,  Son  of  man  Divine  ; 
To  Thee  the  bitter  pain  was  given, 

But  all  the  heavy  guilt  was  mine. 
i 


2  Elirri)  or  Hymns 

I  know  the  serpent  touched  my  heart, 

I  saw  his  trail  on  hand  and  brow  ; 
No  sinless  thought,  no  perfect  part, 

But  sullied  breast  and  broken  vow. 
But  then  I  felt  my  need  of  Thee, 

And  pride's  illusions  passed  away ; 
And  oh  !   that  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 

Is  more  than  all  the  world  can  say. 

The  wounded  fawn  in  yonder  glade, 

Beside  the  doe  seeks  rest  from  harm  ; 
The  babe  that  scorned  its  mother's  aid 

Flies  to  her  at  the  least  alarm. 
And  thus  I  feel  my  need  of  Thee, 

When  sin  and  pride  would  tempt  me  most; 
And  oh  !   that  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 

Is  more  than  all  the  sceptic's  boast. 


of  Holy  Refreshment. 


REPENTANCE   AND   FAITH. 

1  Repentance  toward  God,  and  faith  toward  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ." 


HERE  was  a  ship,  one  eve  autumnal, 

onward 
Steered  o'er  an  ocean  lake,  — 
Steered    by    some    strong    hand    ever  as  if  sun- 
ward j 
Behind  an  angry  wake, 
Before  there  stretched  a  sea  that  grew  intenser, 

With  silver  fire  far  spread, 
Up  to  a  hill  mist-gloried,  like  a  censer, 

With  smoke  encompassed ; 
It  seemed  as  if  two  seas  met  brink  to  brink, 
A  silver  flood  beyond  a  lake  of  ink. 

There  was  a  soul  that  eve  autumnal  sailing 

Beyond  the  earth's  dark  bars, 
Toward  the  land  of  sunsets  never  paling, 

Toward  Heaven's  sea  of  stars  ; 
Behind  there  was  a  wake  of  billows  tossing, 


4  Elim^  or  Hymns 

Before  a  glory  lay. 

0  happy  soul  !   with  all  sail  set,  just  crossing 

Into  the  Far-away  -y 
The  gloom  and   gleam,  the    calmness  and  the 

strife, 
Were  death  before  thee,  and  behind  thee  life. 

And  as  that  ship  went  up  the  waters  stately, 
Upon*  her  topmasts  tall 

1  saw  two  sails,  whereof  the  one  was  greatly 

Dark,  as  a  funeral  pall. 
But  oh  !  the  next's  pure  whiteness  who  shall 
utter  ? 

Like  a  shell-snowy  strand, 
Or  when  a  sunbeam  falleth  through  the  shutter 

On  a  dead  baby's  hand  ; 
But  both  alike  across  the  surging  sea 
Helped  to  the  haven  where  the  bark  would  be. 

And  as  that  soul  went  onward,  sweetly  speeding 

Unto  its  home  and  light, 
Repentance  made  it  sorrowful  exceeding, 

Faith  made  it  wondrous  bright  ; 
Repentance  dark  with  shadowy  recollections, 

And  longings  unsufficed, 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  5 

Faith  white  and  pure  with  sunniest  affections 

Full  from  the  face  of  Christ : 
But  both  across  the  sun-besilvered  tide 
Helped  to  the  haven  where  the  heart  would  ride. 


Elim^  or  Hymns 


BELIEVERS  NOT   SEEING. 

pf8|E  were  not  with  the  faithful  few 
ift/li     Who  stood  Thy  bitter  cross  around, 
^  Nor  heard  Thy  prayer  for  those  that 
slew, 
Nor  felt  that  earthquake  rock  the  ground  ; 
We  saw  no  spear-v/ound  pierce  Thy  side  : 
Yet  we  believe  that  Thou  hast  died. 

No  angel's  message  met  our  ear 

On  that  first  glorious  Easter  day,  — 

u  The  Lord  is  risen,  He  is  not  here : 
Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  !  " 

But  we  believe  that  Thou  did§t  quell 

The  banded  powers  of  death  and  hell. 

We  saw  Thee  not  return  on  high  ; 

And  now,  our  longing  sight  to  bless, 
No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 

Shines  down  upon  our  wilderness  : 
Yet  we  believe  that  Thou  art  there, 
And  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  praise  and  prayer. 


of  Holy  Refreshment, 


"J  KNOW  IN  WHOM  I  HAVE  BELIEVED." 

IROM  tangled  ways  by   which   I    wan- 
dered far 
In  realms  of  doubt  unlit  of  moon  or  star, 
Where  muttering  fears  and   legioned  phantoms 
are, 

Jesus,  I  come. 

'T  is  not  that  I  have  found  Thy  temple's  base, 
Or  yet  among  the  clouds  its  top  can  trace, 
Enough,  henceforth  I  see  its  inner  grace, 
Enough  for  me. 

How  rolls  Thy  Jordan  to  the  wondrous  sea 
Of  boundless  Godhead  still  is  hid  from  me, 
I  have  such  need  to  be  baptized  of  Thee, 
Dear  Christ,  I  come  ! 

I  see  Thy  white  feet  on  Judea's  hills, 
I  hear  the  melting  flow  of  Kedron's  rills, 
Time's  dreary  desert  all  that  vision  fills, 
I  know  not  how. 


8  Elim.)  or  Hymns 

The  ages  show  their  garnered  sheaves  of  thought, 
By  all  the  gleaning  generations  brought, 
Some  secret  mildew  on  them  all  hath  wrought, 
No  food  is  there. 

But  in  an  upper  room  in  Palestine 
Is  one  that  giveth  mystic  bread  and  wine, 
I  reach  out  for  that  nourishment  divine, 
.And  faint  no  more. 

Oh,  many  hands  tear  down  Thy  fane  to-day, 
Yet  lo  !  its  stones  all  man's  true  building  stay  ; 
Give  unto  me  the  gold  without  the  clay, 
Oh,  great  High  Priest.  . 

The  marvels  of  Thy  beauty  draws  me  so, 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  sacrificial  woe, 
Divinest  vision  that  the  world  can  show, 
Stay  in  my  sight ! 

Though  Reason  close  this  way  her  sullen  door, 
Her  scornful  bolts  shall  baffle  me  no  more, 
Faith  hath  her  secret  wings  by  which  to  soar  ; 
Faith  bear  me  in ! 


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"SEEK  YE  MY  FACE— THY  FACE,  LORD, 
WILL  I  SEEK/' 

HROUGH  my  life,  Thy  spirit  striving 

From  Thy  holy  place, — 
Wandering,  I  have  heard  Thy  guiding, — 
"  Child,  seek  ye  my  face." 
Wandering  after  earthly  treasure, 

I  have  turned  away  \ 
Meanwhile,  Thou  my  steps  didst  measure, 

Lest  too  far  I  'd  stray. 
And  when  at  some  idol's  splendor 

I  have  laid  my  trust, 
Thou  hast,  with  a  care  so  tender, 
Trodden  it  to  dust. 

Low  beside  some  fountain  streaming 

I  have  knelt  to  drink, 
There  to  quench  my  thirsty  dreaming 

At  its  luring  brink  ; 
Thou  didst  trouble,  then,  the  waters, 

Till  I  turn'd  aside, 
And  I  knew  it  was  an  angel 

Touch'd  its  failing  tide. 


10  Eltm^  or  Hymns* 

Now  the  living  Fountain  given 

Rises  in  its  place, 
And  I  rise  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Seeking,  Lord,  Thy  face ! 

High  Thy  altar-fire  is  burning ; 

There  my  Jamp  I  light  ; 
And  my  soul,  from  "  strange  fire  "  turning, 

Bows  wjth  veiled  sight. 
Far  behind  me,  o'er  life's  mountains, 

Fade  my  tents  in  night  — 
Pilgrim  from  the  wasted  fountains  — 

Follower  after  Light  — 
Trembler  for  Thy  love  immortal  — 

Listener,  till  Thou  speak  — 
Worshipper,  l<  Seek  ye  my  face," 

"  Thy  face,  Lord,  will  I  seek." 


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STRENGTH    IN    WEAKNESS. 

ATHER  !  for  Thy  kindest  word 
Thankful  songs  to  Thee  I  sing  * 
Sick  at  heart  with  hope  deferred, 
All  my  cause  to  Thee  I  bring. 
Sweet  the  sound  I  "hear  from  Thee,  — 
Cast  thy  burden  upon  Me. 

As  a  father,  bending  low, 

Listens  to  his  lisping  child, 
So  to  me  Thy  pity  show, 

By  the  world  and  sin  beguiled. 
Holy  is  Thy  law,  and  just  ; 
Yet  remember  I  am  dust. 


Spare  me,  Thou  who  lov'st  to  spare  \ 
Gently  on  me  lay  Thy  hand  ! 

Grasp  the  bruised  reed  with  care  ! 
Let  the  smoking  flax  be  fanned  ; 


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Firm  my  faltering  steps  uphold  ; 
Tried,  let  me  come  forth  like  gold. 

Oh  remember  Him  who  died, 
With  His  life  my  soul  to  save  ; 

Let  me  clasp  the  Crucified, 
Till  I  reach  the  awful  grave  ; 

Then,  the  light  affliction  o'er, 

Heaven  is  mine  forevermore  ! 


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I   SAID. 

HEN  apple-blossoms  in  the  spring 
Began  their  fragrant  leaves  to  shed, 
And  robins  twittered  on  the  wing, 
"  fT  is  time  to  sow  my  seeds,"  I  said. 

So,  patiently,  with  care  and  pains, 
My  nurslings  under-ground  I  spread. 

"  The  early  and  the  latter  rains 

Will  reach  them  where  they  lie,"  I  said. 

"  The  sun  will  nurse  them,  and  the  dew  ; 

The  sweet  winds  woo  them  overhead. 
No  care  of  mine  shall  coax  them  through 

This  black,  unsightly  mould,"  I  said. 

And  so  I  left  them  ;  day  by  day, 

To  gentle  household  duties  wed, 
I  went  in  quiet  on  my  way  : 

"  God  will  take  care  of  them,"  I  said. 

And  now  't  is  autumn  ;  rich  and  bright 

My  garden  blooms,  —  blue,  white,  and  red  ; 


14.  Elirri)  or  Hymns 

A  loyal  show !  a  regal  sight  ! 
And  all  is  even  as  I  said. 


My  faithless  heart !  the  lesson  heed  ; 

No  longer  walk  disquieted  ;  — 
Where  the  Great  Sower-sows  the  seed, 

All  shall  be  even  as  He  said. 

'T  is  spring-time  yet  ;  behold,  the  years 
Roll  grandly  in,  God  overhead, 

When  Thou  shalt  say,  "  Oh,  bootless  fears 
Lo  !  all  is  even  as  He  said." 


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THE   £OMPASS. 

HQU  art,  O  God,  my  East !     In  Thee 
I  dawned  : 
Within    me  ever  let   Thy  day-spring 


Then  for  each  night  of  sorrow  I  have  mourned, 
I  '11  bless  Thee,   Father,   since    it    seals    me 
Thine. 

Thou  art,  O  God,  my  North  !  My  trembling 
soul, 

Like  a  charmed  needle,  points  to  Thee  alone ; 
Each  wave  of  time,  each  storm  of  life,  shall  roll 

My  trusting  spirit  forward  to  Thy  throne. 

Thou  art,  O  God,  my  South  !  Thy  fervent  love 
Perennial  verdure  o'er  my  life  hath  shed, 

And  constant  sunshine  from  Thy  heart  of  love, 
With  wine  and  oil  Thy  grateful  child  hath  fed. 

Thou  art,  O  God,  my  West!  Into  Thy  arms, 
Glad  as  the  setting  sun,  may  I  decline  \ 

Baptized  from  earthly  storms  and  sin's  alarms, 
Re-born,  arise  in  Thy  new  heavens  to  shine. 


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MONT  BLANC  REVISITED. 

MOUNT  beloved  !   mine  eyes  again 
Behold  the  twilight's  sanguine  strain 
Along  thy  peaks  expire  ; 

0  Amount  beloved  !   thy  frontier  waste 

1  seek  with  a  religious  haste 

And  reverent  desire. 

They  greet  me  midst  thy  shadows  cold, 
Such  thoughts  as  holy  men  of  old 

Amidst  the  desert  found  — 
Such  gladness  as  in  Him  they  felt 
Who  with  them  through  the  darkness  dwelt, 

And  compass'd  all  around. 

Oh,  happy  !   if  His  will  were  so, 
To  give  me  manna  here  for  snow, 

And  by  the  torrent-side 
To  lead  me  as  He  leads  His  flocks 
Of  wild  deer,  through  the  lonely  rocks, 

In  peace,  unterrified. 


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Since,  from  the  things  that  trustful  rest, — 
The  partridge,  on  her  purple  nest, 

The  marmot  in  his  den,  — 
God  wins  a  worship  more  resign'd  — 
A  purer  praise  than  He  can  find 

Upon  the  lips  of  men,  — 

Alas  for  man  !  who  hath  no  sense 
Of  gratefulness  or  confidence, 

But  still  rejects  and  raves  ; 
That  all  God's  love  can  hardly  win 
One  soul  from  taking  pride  in  sin, 

And  pleasure  over  graves. 

Yet  let  me  not,  like  him  who  trod 
In  wrath,  of  old,  the  Mount  of  God, 

Forget  the  thousands  left, 
Lest,  haply,  when  I  seek  His  face, 
The  whirlwind  of  the  cave  replace 

The  glory  of  the  cleft. 

And  teach  me,  God,  a  milder  thought, 
Lest  I,  of  all  Thy  blood  has  bought, 

Least  honorable  be  ; 
And  this  that  moves  me  to  condemn 
Be  rather  want  oflove  for  them 

Than  jealousy  for  Thee. 


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MY   SHEEP   HEAR   MY   VOICE. 

ARKER  than  night,  life's  shadows  fall 
around  us, 
And,  like  benighted  men,  we  miss  our 
mark  ; 
God    hides    Himself,    and    grace   hath  scarcely 
found   us, 
Ere  Death  finds  out  his  victims  in  the  dark ! 

Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them  singing, 
Come,  weary  souls!  for  Jesus  bids  you  come! 

And  through  the  dark,  its  echoes  sweetly  ringing, 
The  music  of  the  Gospel  leads  us  home. 


Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  laden  souls,  by  thousands  meekly  stealing, 
Kind    Shepherd !  turn    their  weary   steps    to 
Thee. 


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Cheer  up,  my  soul !    faith's  moonbeams  softly 
glisten 
Upon  the  breast  of  life's  most  troubled  sea ; 
And  it  will  cheer  thy  drooping  heart  to  listen 
To  those  brave  songs  which  angels  mean  for 
thee. 

Angels !  sing  on,  your  faithful  watches  keeping, 
Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above ; 
While  we  toil  on,  and    soothe   ourselves  with 
weeping, 
Till  life's  long  night  shall  break  in  endless 
love. 


2o  EUtri)  or  Hymns 


THE  SHADOW  OF   A  GREAT  ROCK    IN    A 
WEARY   LAND. 


HE  rocky  path  still  climbs  the  glowing 
steep 
Of  Olivet; 

Though  rams  of  two  millenniums  wear  it  deep, 
Men  tread  it  yet. 

Still  to  the  gardens  o'er  the  brook  it  leads, 

Quiet  and  low ; 
Before  his  sheep  the  shepherd  on  it  treads, 

His  voice  they  know. 

The  wild  fig  throws  broad  shadows  o'er  it  still, 

As  once  o'er  Thee  ; 
Peasants  go  home  at  evening  up  that  hill 

To  Bethany. 

And    as  when    gazing-   Thou   didst    weep    o'er 
them 

From  height  to  height, 
The  white  roofs  of  discrowned  Jerusalem 

Burst  on  our  sight. 


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These  ways  were  strewed  with  garments  once 
and  palm, 
Which  we  tread  thus  ; 
Here  through  Thy  triumph  on  Thou  passedst, 
calm, 
On  to  Thy  Cross. 

The   waves   have    washt  fresh    sand    upon  the 
shore 

Of  Galilee; 
But  chiselled  on  the  hill-sides  evermore, 

Thy  paths  we  see. 

Man  has  not  changed  them  in  that  slumbering 
land, 
Nor  time  effaced  : 
Where    Thy    feet   trod    to    bless  we  still  may 
stand  ; 
All  can  be  traced. 

Yet  we  have  traces  of  Thy  footsteps  far 

Truer  than  these  ; 
Where'er  the  poor  and  tried  and  suffering  are, 

Thy  steps  faith  sees. 

Nor  with  fond,  sad  regrets  Thy  steps  we  trace  ; 
Thou  art  not  dead  ! 


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Our  path  is  onward  till  we  see  Thy  face 
And  hear  Thy  tread. 


And  now  wherever  meets  Thy  lowliest  band 

In  praise  and  prayer, 
There  is  Thy  presence,  there  Thy  Holy  Land, — 

Thou,  Thou  art  there  ! 


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THIS   IS  MY   BELOVED    AND  THIS    IS   MY 
FRIEND. 

ESUS,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts! 
Thou  Fount  of  Life!  Thou  Light 
of  men  ! 

From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  Thee  again. 

Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call  ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good, 

To  them  that  find  Thee —  All  in  All  ! 

We  taste  Thee,  O  Thou  Living  Bread, 
And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still  ; 

We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  Thee, 
Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast  ; 

Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  Thee  fast. 


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H: 


lymns 


O  Jesu,  ever  with  us  stay ! 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away,  — 

Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light  ! 


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O   LORD,   THOU    KNOWEST ! 


HOU    knowest,    Lord,    the    weariness 
and  sorrow 
Of  the  sad  heart  that  comes  to  Thee 
for  rest. 
Cares  of  to-day,  and  burdens  for  to-morrow, 

Blessings  implored,  and  sins  to  be  confest, — 
I  come  before  Thee  at  Thy  gracious  word, 
And   lay  them   at  Thy  feet  —  Thou  knowest, 
Lord. 

Thou   knowest  all   the   past, —  how    long    and 

blindly 
On   the   dark   mountains    the    lost   wanderer 

strayed, — 
How   the   Good    Shepherd   followed,   and    how 

kindly 
He  bore  it  home,  upon  His  shoulders  laid, 
And   healed  the  bleeding  wounds,  and   soothed 

the  pain, 
And  brought  back  life,  and  hope,  and  strength 

again.    * 


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Thou  knowest  all  the  present,  —  each  tempta- 
tion, 

Each  toilsome  duty,  each  foreboding  fear  ; 
All  to  myself  assigned  of  tribulation, 

Or  to  beloved  ones,  than  self  more  dear  ! 
All  pensive  memories,  as  I  journey  on, 
Longings  for  vanished  smiles,  and  voices  gone  ! 

Thou  knowest  all  the  future,  —  gleams  of  glad- 
ness, 
By  stormy  clouds  too  quickly  overcast, — 
Hours  of  sweet  fellowship,  and  parting  sadness, 

And  the  dark  river  to  be  crossed  at  last :  — 
Oh,  what  could  confidence  and  hope  afford 
To   tread   that   path,  but  this, —  Thou   knowest^ 
Lord! 

Thou  knowest,   not  alone    as  God,  all-know- 
ing* — 
As   man   our    mortal    weakness    Thou    hast 
proved  ; 
On  earth,  with  purest  sympathies  o'erflowing, 
Oh,    Saviour !    Thou   hast   wept,  and  Thou 
hast  loved  ! 
And  love  and  sorrow  still  to  Thee  may  come, 
And  find  a  hiding  place,  a  rest,  a  home. 


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Therefore  I  come,  Thy  gentle  call  obeying, 
And  lay  my  sins  and  sorrows  at  Thy  feet, 

On  everlasting  strength  my  weakness  staying, 
Clothed  in  Thy  robe  of  righteousness  com- 
plete : 

Then  rising  and  refreshed,  I  leave  Thy  throne, 

And  follow  on  to  know  as  I  am  known  ! 


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RABBI,   WHERE    DWELLEST   THOU  ?  — 
COME   AND   SEE. 

ASTER,  where  abidest  Thou  ? 

Lamb  of  God,  'tis  Tnee  we  seek, 
For. the  wants  which  press  us  now 
Other  aid  is  all  too  weak. 
Canst  Thou  take  our  sins  away  ? 
May  we  find  repose  in  Thee  ? 
From  the  gracious  lips  to-day, 

As  of  old,  breathes,  u  Come  and  see." 

Master,  where  abidest  Thou  ? 

We  would  leave  the  past  behind  ; 
We  would  scale  the  mountain's  brow, 

Learning  more  Thy  heavenly  mind. 
Still  a  look  is  all  our  lore, 

The  transforming  look  to  Thee  ; 
From  the  living  Truth  once  more 

Breathes  the  answer,  "  Come  and  see." 

Master,  where  abidest  Thou  ? 
How  shall  we  Thine  imao;e  best 


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Bear  in  light  upon  our  brow, 

Stamp  in  love  upon  our  breast  ? 
Still  a  look  is  all  our  might : 

Looking  draws  the  heart  to  Thee, 
Sends  us  from  the  absorbing  sight 

With  the  message,  "  Come  and  see." 

Master,  where  abidest  Thou  ? 

All  the  springs  of  life  are  low  ; 
Sin  and  grief  our  spirits  bow, 

And  we  wait  Thy  call  to  go. 
From  the  depths  of  happy  rest, 

Where  the  just  abide  with  Thee  : 
From  the  Voice  which  makes  them  blest, 

Comes  the  summons,  <c  Come  and  see," 

Christian  !   tell  it  to  thy  brother, 

From  life's  dawning  till  its  end  ; 
Every  hand  may  clasp  another, 

And  the  loneliest  bring  a  friend  ; 
Till  the  veil  is  drawn  aside, 

And  from  where  her  home  shall  be, 
Bursts  upon  the  enfranchised  Bride 

The  triumphant  "  Come  and  see." 


?0  EUm^  or  Hymns 


THE   WELL   AT   SYCHAR. 


HEY    have    stopped    the    sacred     well 

which  the  Patriarchs  dug  of  old, 
Where  they  watered  the  patient  flocks 
at  noon,  from  the  depths  so  pure  and 
cold  ; 
Where  the  Saviour  asked  for  drink,  and  founjl 

at  noon  repose  : 
But  the  living  spring  He  opened  then  no  human 
hands  can  close. 


They  have  scattered  the  ancient  stones,  where 

at  noon  He  sat  to  rest : 
h    None   ever  shall   rest  by  that   well  again,  and 

think  how  His  accents  blessed  : 
But  the  Rest  for  the  burdened  heart,  the  Shade 

in  the  weary  land, 
The  riven  Rock,  with  its  living  streams,  forever 

unmoved  shall  stand. 

Earth  has  no  Temple  now,  no  beautiful  House 
of  God, 


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Or  earth  is  all   one   temple-floor,  which   those 

sacred  feet  have  trod. 
But  in  Heaven  there  is  a  Throne,  a  Home,  anc3 

a  House  of  Prayer  ; 
Thyself  the  Temple  ;  Thyself  the  Sun.      Our 

pilgrimage  endeth  there ! 


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COME,   BLESSED   JESU. 


|HE  Galilean  fishers  toil 

All  night,  and  nothing  take  ; 
L^^S5=J  But  Jesus  comes,  —  a  wondrous  spoil 
Is  lifted  from  the  lake. 

Lord,  when  our  labors  are  in  vain, 

And  vain  the  help  of  men, 
When  fruitless  is  the  care  and  pain, 

Come,  blessed  Jesu,  then  ! 

The  night  is  dark,  the  surges  fill 

The  bark,  the  wild  winds  roar ; 
But  Jesus  comes  ;  and  all  is  still, — 

The  ship  is  at  the  shore. 

O  Lord,  when  storms  around  us  howl, 

And  all  is  dark  and  drear, 
In  all  the  tempests  of  the  soul, 

O  blessed  Jesu,  hear! 

A  frail  one  thrice  denying  Thee 
Saw  mercy  in  Thine  eyes  ; 


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The  penitent  upon  the  tree 
Was  borne  to  Paradise. 

In  hours  of  sin  and  deep  distress 

O  show  us,  Lord,  Thy  face  ; 
In  penitential  loneliness, 

O  give  us,  Jesu,  grace  ! 

The  faithful  few  retire  in  fear 

To  their  closed  upper-room  ; 
But  suddenly,  with  joyful  cheer, 

They  see  their  Master  come. 

Lord,  come  to  us,  unloose  our  bands, 

And  bid  our  terrors  cease, 
Lift  over  us  Thy  blessed  hands, 

Speak,  holy  Jesu,  Peace. 

In  days  when  Faith  will  scarce  be  found, 

And  wolves  be  in  the  fold, 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  abound, 

And  Charity  wax  cold, 

Then  hear  Thy  Saints,  who  to  Thee  pray 

To  bring  them  to  their  home  ; 
Hear,  when  the  Bride  and  Spirit  say, 

"  Come,  blessed  Jesu,  come !  " 


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THE  LOVE  OF  CHRIST  WHICH   PASSETH 
KNOWLEDGE. 

BORE  with  thee  long  weary  days  and 

nights, 
Through  many  pangs  of  heart,  through 
many  tears  ; 
I  bore  with  thee,  thy  hardness,  coldness,  slights, 
For  three  and  thirty  years. 

Who  else  had  dared  for  thee  what  I  have  dared  ? 
I    plunged   the  depth   most    deep    from  bliss 
above  ; 
I  not  My  flesh,  I  not  My  spirit  spared  : 
Give  thoi  Me  love  for  love. 

For  thee  I  thirsted  in  the  daily  drouth, 

For  thee  I  trembled  in  the  nightly  frost : 
Much  sweeter  thou  than  honey  to  My  mouth  : 
Why  wilt  thou  still  be  lost  ? 

I  bore  thee  on  My  shoulders  and  rejoiced  : 
Men  only  marked  upon  My  shoulders  borne 


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The    branding    cross ;    and    shouted    hungry- 
voiced, 
Or  wagged  their  heads  in  scorn. 

Thee  did  nails  grave  upon  My  hands,  thy  name 
Did  thorns  for  frontlets  stamp  between  Mine 
eyes  : 
I  Holy  One,  put  on  thy  guilt  and  shame, 
I,  God,  Priest,  Sacrifice. 

A  thief  upon  My  right  hand  and  My  left ; 

Six  hours  alone,  athirst,  in  misery : 
At  length   in   death  one  smote  My  heart,  and 
cleft 
A  hiding-place  for  thee. 

Nailed  to  the  racking  cross,  than  bed  of  down 
More  dear,   whereon   to  stretch   Myself  and 
sleep  : 
So  did  I  win  a  kingdom  —  share  My  crown  ; 
A  harvest  —  come  and  reap. 


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FOR  US  ALSO. 

j|ESU!  behold,  the  Wise  from  far, 
Led  to  Thy  cradle  by  a  star, 

Bring    gifts   to   Thee,    their  Go^ 
and  King  ! 
O  guide  us  by  Thy  light,  that  we 
The  way  may  find,  and  still  to  Thee 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  for  tribute  bring  ! 

Jesu  !  the  pure,  the  spotless  Lamb, 
Who  to  the  Temple  humbly  came, 

Duteous,  the  legal  rites  to  pay! 
O  make  our  proud,  our  stubborn  will 
All  Thy  wise,  gracious  laws  fulfil, 

Whate'er  rebellious  nature  say ! 

Jesu !  who  on  the  fatal  wood 

Pour'dst  out  Thy  life's  last  drop  of  blood, 

Nailed  to  the  accursed  shameful  cross ! 
O  may  we  bless  Thy  love,  and  be 
Ready,  dear  Lord,  to  bear  for  Thee 

All  shame,  all  grief,  all  pain,  and  loss  ! 


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Jesu !  who  by  Thine  own  love  slain, 
By  Thine  own  power  took'st  life  again, 

And  Conqueror  from  the  grave  didst  rise  ! 
O  may  Thy  death  our  souls  revive, 
And  ev'n  on  earth  a  new  life  give, 

A  glorious  life,  that  never  dies ! 

Jesu  !   who  to  Thy  heaven  again 
Return'dst  in  triumph,  there  to  reign, 

Of  men  and  angels  sovereign  King ! 
O  may  our  parting  souls  take  flight 
Up  to  that  land  of  joy  and  light, 

And  there  forever  grateful  sing ! 

All  glory  to  the  sacred  Three, 
One  undivided  Deity  ! 

All  honor,  power,  and  love,  and  praise  ! 
Still  may  Thy  blessed  Name  shine  bright 
In  beams  of  uncreated  light, 

Crowned  with  its  own  eternal  rays ! 


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THE    ISRAELITES   AT   THE   RED    SEA. 


JEHIND  them  lies  the  desert  waste  ; 
Before,  the  pathless  deep ; 
And  on  their  track  with  vengeful  haste 
Egypt's  dark  squadrons  sweep  ; 
Till  in  the  sunset's  last  red  glow 
Flashes  the  armor  of  the  foe  ! 

Then  rose  to  Heaven  a  mighty  cry ; 

A  people's  voice  was  on  the  air,  — 
In  every  heart,  in  every  eye, 

Rebellion  and  despair  : 
"Why  didst  thou  thus  our  steps  beguile  ? 
Were  there  no  graves  beside  the  Nile  ? 

"Where  are  the  pleasant  things  and  fair 

That  grow  by  Egypt's  streams  ? 
Is  this  lone  waste,  the  lion's  lair, 

The  Canaan  of  our  dreams  ?  — 
This  dark  blue  sea,  this  barren  strand, 
The  pathway  to  the  Promised  Land  ?  " 

The  word  is  spoken  !  —  o'er  the  wave 
Is  stretched  the  leader's  mystic  rod  ; 


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And  safely,  through  the  yawning  grave 

Where  human  foot  had  never  trod, 
They  reach  at  dawn  the  distant  shore,  — 
Their  buried  foes  are  seen  no  more. 

O  Lord,  when,  like  Thy  sons  of  old, 
We  wander  through  a  barren  waste, 

Where  Hope  is  faint  and  Love  is  cold, 
And  bitter  to  our  earthly  taste 

The  stream  that  in  the  desert  flows, 

The  daily  bread  Thy  hand  bestows,— 

When  haunting  dreams  of  pleasant  things 
Make  the  lone  wilderness  more  drear, 

Where  every  hour  in  passing  brings 

Some  present  pain,  some  threatening  fear, 

And  stretched  before  our  shrinking  eyes, 

Like  a  dark  sea,  the  future  lies, — 

Then,  Lord,  be  Thou  at  hand  to  guide, 
Thy  Cross  be  there  our  path  to  mark  : 

Though  high  may  swell  the  stormy  tide, 
In  Heaven  is  light,  though  earth  be  dark. 

Like  those  who  crossed  that  Eastern  sea, 

We  shall  be  safe  who  trust  in  Thee  ! 


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THE    WAY   OF   SORROWS. 

LORD,  the  wilderness  to  me 

A  very  Paradise  shall  be, 
Sin'ce  Thou  for  forty  days  wast  there, 
In  fasting,  solitude,  and  prayer  ! 

Unworthy  though  these  feet  to  rest 
On  ground  Thy  footsteps  once  have  blest, 
The  way  of  sorrows  shall  be  mine, 
Made  sweet  because  it  first  was  Thine. 

Lord,  let  me  find  some  lowly  place 
Where  I  may  seek  Thy  pitying  face, 
And  plead  with  Thee  by  Olivet, 
By  agony,  and  bloody  sweat. 

Some  quiet  aisle  or  dim  recess 
Shall  make  for  me  a  wilderness  ; 
And  surely  Angels  shall  be  there 
To  wait  on  penitence  and  prayer. 


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Nor  is  this  all :  for  I  would  know 
The  depth  of  shame,  the  crown  of  woe, 
Stand  by  the  stricken  Mother's  side. 
While  Thou  art  mocked  and  crucified. 

And  then  in  hours  of  saddest  gloom 
I  still  will  watch  around  Thy  tomb, 
Till  with  the  day  new  joy  be  born, 
And  Thou  shalt  rise  on  Easter-morn. 

Oh,  blessed  thought,  that  faith  can  see 
In  every  altar  —  Calvary, 
Find  there  the  loving  arms  outspread, 
And  fall  before  the  fallen  Head. 

Come  King  of  kings,  come  Light  of  light : 
The  Bride  awaits  the  day  all  bright, 
When  she  shall  lift,  her  mourning  o'er, 
The  shout  of  Paschal  joy  once  more. 


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EMMAUS. 

HEY  talked  of  Jesus,  as  they  went  \ 

And  Jesus,  all  unknown, 
Did  at  their  side  himself  present 
With  sweetness  all  His  own. 
Swift,  as  He  oped  the  sacred  word, 

His  glory  they  discerned  ; 
And  swift,  as  His  dear  voice  they  heard, 
Their  hearts  within  them  burned. 

He  would  have  left  them,  but  that  they 

With  prayers  His  love  assailed  : 
"  Depart  not  yet !  a  little  stay  !  " 

They  pressed  Him,  and  prevailed. 
And  Jesus  was  revealed,  as  there 

He  blessed  and  brake  the  bread  : 
But,  while  they  marked  His  heavenly  air, 

The  matchless  Guest  had  fled. 

And  thus  at  times,  as  Christians  talk 

Of  Jesus  and  His  word, 
He  joins  two  friends  amidst  their  walk, 

And  makes,  unseen,  a  third. 


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And  oh  !   how  sweet  their  converse  flows, 

Their  holy  theme  how  clear, 
How  warm  with  love  each  bosom  glows. 

If  Jesus  be  but  near  ! 

And  they  that  woo  His  visits  sweet, 

And  will  not  let  Him  go, 
Oft,  while  His  broken  bread  they  eat, 

His  soul-felt  presence  know  : 
His  gathered  friends  He  loves  to  meet 

And  fill  with  joy  their  faith, 
When  they  with  melting  hearts  repeat 

The  memory  of  His  death. 

But  such  sweet  visits  here  are  brief; 

Dispensed  from  stage  to  stage, 
(A  cheering  and  a  prized  relief,) 

Of  faith's  hard  pilgrimage. 
There  is  a  scene  where  Jesus  ne'er, 

Ne'er  leaves  His  happy  guests  ; 
He  spreads  a  ceaseless  banquet  there, 

And  love  still  fires  their  breasts. 


44  Ellm^  or  Hymns 


SUNDAY  EVE. 

TIME  of  tranquil  joy  and  holy  feeling* 
When  over  earth    God's    spirit    from 
above 

Spreads  out  His  wings  of  love  ! 
When  sacred  thoughts,  like  angels,   come  ap- 
pealing 
To  our  tent-doors  ;  O  eve,  to  earth  and  heaven 
The  sweetest  of  the  seven  ! 

How  peaceful  are  thy  skies  !   thy  air  is  clearer, 
As  on  the  advent  of  a  gracious  time  : 

The  sweetness  of  its  prime 
Blesseth  the  world,  and  Eden's  days  seem  nearer: 
I  hear,  in  each  faint  stirring  of  the  breeze, 

God's  voice  among  the  trees. 

O  while  thy  hallowed  moments  are  distilling 
Their  fresher  influence  on  my  heart  like  dews, 

The  chamber  where  I  muse 
Turns  to  a  temple  !   He,  whose  converse  thrilling 
Honored  Emmaus,  that  old  eventide, 

Comes  sudden  to  my  side. 


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*T  is  light  at  evening  time  when  Thou  art  pres- 
ent ; 
Thy  coming  to  the  eleven  in  that  dim  room 

Brightened,  O  Christ !  its  gloom  : 
So  bless  my  lonely  hour  that  memories  pleasant 
Around  the  time  a  heavenly  gleam  may  cast, 

Which  many  days  shall  last! 

Raise  each  low  aim,  refine  each  high  emotion, 
That  with  more  ardent  footstep  I  may  press 

Toward  Thy  holiness  ; 
And,  braced  for  sacred  duty  by  devotion, 
Support  my  cross  along  that  rugged  road 

Which  Thou  hast  sometime  trod  ! 

I  long  to  see  Thee,  for  my  heart  is  weary  : 

O  when,  my  Lord  !  in  kindness  wilt  Thou  come 

To  call  Thy  banished  home  ? 
The    scenes    are    cheerless,    and    the    days   are 

dreary  ; 
From  sorrow  and  from  sin  I  would  be  free, 

And  evermore  with  Thee ! 


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AT  THE  DOOR. 

JEHOLD  !  a  Stranger's  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
uBas  waited  long,  is  waiting  still  \ 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

But  will  He  prove  a  Friend  indeed  ? 
He  will !  the  very  Friend  you  need  ! 
The  Man  of  Nazareth,  't  is  He, 
With  garments  dyed  at  Calvary. 

Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  Divine  ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  hateful,  hell-born  monster,  sin  ; 
And  let  the  Heavenly  Stranger  in. 

If  thou  art  poor,  (and  poor  thou  art,) 
Lo !   He  has  riches  to  impart  ; 
Not  wealth,  in  which  mean  avarice  rolls  ; 
O  better  far!  the  wealth  of  souls  ! 


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Thou  'rt  blind  ;   He  '11  take  the  scales  away, 
And  let  in  everlasting  day  : 
Naked  thou  art ;  but  He  shall  dress 
Thy  blushing  soul  in  righteousness. 

Admit  Him,  for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest : 
Admit  Him,  for  you  can't  expel  ; 
Where'er  He  comes,  He  comes  to  dwell. 

Admit  Him,  ere  His  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ! 
Admit  Him  ;  or  the  hour  's  at  hand 
When  at  His  door  denied  you  '11  stand. 

Yet  know,  (nor  of  the  terms  complain,) 
If  Jesus  comes,  He  comes  to  reign  ; 
To  reign,  and  wTith  no  partial  sway  ; 
Thoughts  must  be  slain,  that  disobey! 

Sovereign  of  souls  !     Thou  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
O  may  Thy  gentle  reign  increase  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind  ! 
And  be  His  empire  all  mankind  ! 


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HYMN  FOR   EPIPHANY. 

HE  wise  men  to  Thy  cradle  throne, 
O  Infant  Saviour,  brought  of  old 
The- incense  meet  for  God  alone, 
Sharp  myrrh,  and  shining  gold. 

Shine  on  us  too,  sweet  Eastern  star, 
Thine  own  baptized  Gentile  band, 

Till  we  have  found  our  Lord  from  far, 
An  offering  in  our  hand. 

Till  we  have  brought  the  fine  gold  rare, 
Of  zeal  that  giveth  all  for  love  ; 

Till  we  have  prayed  the  glowing  prayer, 
Like  incense  borne  above. 

Till  bitter  tears  our  eyes  have  wet, 
Because  our  wilful  hearts  would  err  ; 

Worship,  and  love,  and  sorrow  met, 
Gold,  frankincense,  and  myrrh. 

All  meet  for  Thee  our  own  Adored, 

Our  suffering  Saviour,  God,  and  King  ; 

Accept  the  gold  and  incense,  Lord, 
Accept  the  myrrh  we  bring. 


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REST 

JEST,  weary  heart, 
From  all  thy   silent  griefs,  and  secret 
pain, 

Thy  profitless  regrets,  and  longings  vain  ; 
Wisdom  and  love  have  ordered  all  the  past, 
All  shall  be  blessedness  and  light  at  last  ;     •. 
Cast  off  the  cares  that  have  so  long  opprest ; 
Rest,  sweetly  rest  ! 

Rest,  weary  head  ! 
Lie  down  to  slumber  in  the  peaceful  tomb  : 
Light  from  above  has  broken  through  its  gloom  ; 
Here,  in  the  place  where  once  thy  Saviour  lay, 
Where  He.  shall  wake  thee  on  a  future  day, 
Like  a  tired  child  upon  its  mother's  breast, 

Rest,  sweetly  rest  ! 

Rest,  spirit  free  ! 
[n  the  green  pastures  of  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  can  approach  no  more, 

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Elim^  or  Hymns 


With  all  the  flock  by  the  Good  Shepherd  fed, 
Beside  the  streams  of  Life  eternal  led, 
Forever  with  thy  God  and  Saviour  blest, 
Rest,  sweetly  rest ! 


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"I  AM  THINE." 

[HAT  I  am  Thine,  my  Lord  and  God  ! 
Sprinkled  and  ransom'd  by  Thy  blood, — 
Repeat  that  word  once  more, 
With  such  an  energy  and  light, 
That  this  world's  flattery  or  spite 

To  shake  me  never  may  have  power. 

From  various  cares  my  heart  retires  ; 
Though  deep  and  boundless  its  desires, 

I  'm  now  to  please  but  One  : 
He,  before  whom  the  elders  bow, 
With  Him  is  all  my  business  now, 

And  with  the  souls  that  are  His  own. 

This  is  my  joy,  (which  ne'er  can  fail,) 
To  see  my  Saviour's  arm  prevail ; 

To  mark  the  steps  of  grace  \ 
How  new-born  souls,  convinced  of  sin, 
His  blood  reveal'd  to  them  within, 

Extol  my  Lord  in  every  place. 


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With  these  my  happy  lot  is  cast : 
Through  the  world's  deserts,  rude  and  waste, 
Or  through  its  gardens  fair ; 
Whether  the  storm  of  malice  sweeps, 
Or  all  in  dead  supineness  sleeps  ; 
Still  to  go  on  be  my  whole  care. 

See  !  the  dear  flock  by  Jesus  drawn, 
In  blest  simplicity  move  on  ; 

They  trust  His  shepherd's  crook. 
Beholders  many  faults  will  find, 
But  they  can  tell  their  Saviour's  mind  ; 

Content,  if  written  in  His  Book. 

No,  my  dear  Lord,  in  following  Thee, 
Not  in  the  dark  uncertainly, 

This  foot  obedient  moves  : 
'T  is  with  a  brother  and  a  King, 
Who  many  to  His  yoke  will  bring  ; 

Who  ever  lives  and  ever  loves. 

Now  then,  my  Way,  my  Truth,  my  Life ! 
Henceforth  let  sorrow,  doubt,  and  strife 

Drop  off,  like  autumn  leaves  ;  — 
Henceforth,  as  privileged  by  Thee, 
Simple  and  undistracted  be 

My  soul,  which  to  Thy  sceptre  cleaves. 


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JESUS  IS  GOD! 

JESUS  is  God  !  the  glorious  bands 
Of  golden  angels  sing 
Songs  of  adoring  praise  to  Him, 
Their  Maker  and  their  King. 
He  was  true  God  in  Bethlehem's  crib, 

On  Calvary's  cross  true  God, 
He  who  in  Heaven  eternal  reigned, 
In  time  on  earth  abode. 

Jesus  is  God  !  there  never  was 

A  time  when  He  was  not  : 
Boundless,  eternal,  merciful, 

The  Word  the  Sire  begot ! 
Backward  our  thoughts  through  ages  stretch. 

Onward  through  endless  bliss, — 
For  there  are  two  eternities, 

And  both  alike  are  His  ! 

Jesus  is  God  !  let  sorrow  come, 
And  pain,  and  every  ill ; 


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All  are  worth  while,  for  all  are  means 

His  glory  to  fulfil  ; 
Worth  while  a  thousand  years  of  life 

To  speak  one  little  word, 
If  by  our  Credo  we  might  own 

The  Godhead  of  our  Lord  ! 

Jesus  is  God  !  O  could  I  now 

But -compass  land  and  sea, 
To  teach  and  tell  this  single  truth, 

How  happy  should  I  be  ! 
O  had  I  but  an  angel's  voice, 

I  would  proclaim  so  loud, 
Jesus,  the  good,  the  beautiful, 

Is  everlasting  God  ! 

Jesus  is  God  !     If  on  the  earth 

This  blessed  faith  decays, 
More  tender  must  our  love  become, 

More  plentiful  our  praise. 
We  are  not  angels,  but  we  may 

Down  in  earth's  corners  kneel, 
And  multiply  sweet  acts  of  love, 

And  murmur  what  we  feel. 


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WORTHY  THE  LAMB. 

iERE  on  earth,  where  foes  surround  us, 
While  our  trembling  souls  within 
Feel  the  fetters  which  have  bound  us, 
Feel  the  burden  of  our  sin  ; 
Lord,  on  Thee  alone  relying, 

Strength  we  crave  to  burst  our  chain, 
Ever  pleading,  ever  crying, 

"  Lord,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 

In  those  high  and  holy  regions 

Where  the  blest  Thy  praise  prolong, 
Cherubs  and  seraphic  legions 

Know  no  theme  of  nobler  song; 
White-robed  saints,  who  there  adore  Thee 

Throned  above  the  glassy  main, 
Sing,  and  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee, 

"  Lord,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 


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Thus  Thy  Church,  whate'er  her  dwelling, 

Heaven  above  or  earth  below, 
One  harmonious  chorus  swelling, 

Loves  her  Saviour's  praise  to  show  : 
Here  in  trial,  there  in  glory, 

Changeless  rings  the  immortal  strain, 
Changeless  sounds  the  wondrous  story, 

u  Lord,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 


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I  WILL  NOT  LET  THEE  GO. 

j]OME,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ! 
My  company  before  is  gone, 
And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee  ; 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am  ; 

My  misery  and  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name  ; 

Look  on  Thy  hands  and  read  it  there  : 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  : 
Art  Thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
Till  I  Thy  name,  Thy  nature  know. 


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Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell  ? 

To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go  : 
Till  I  Thy  name,  Thy  nature  know. 

My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  :  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face  ; 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live  ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 

I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 

Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end  : 

Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 

Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  risen,  with  healing  in  His  wings  ; 

Wither'd  my  nature's  strength,  from  Thee 
My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings  ; 

My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  ; 

Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 


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THE  BOY  WITH  THE  FIVE  LOAVES. 

HAT  time  the  Saviour  spread  His  feast 
For  thousands  on  the  mountain's  side, 
One  of  the  last  and  least 
The  abundant  store  supplied. 

Haply,  the  wonders  to  behold, 

A  boy  'mid  other  boys  he  came, 
A  lamb  of  Jesus'  fold, 

Though  now  unknown  by  name. 

Or  for  his  sweet  obedient  ways 

The  Apostles  brought  him  near,  to  share 
Their  Lord's  laborious  days, 

His  frugal  basket  bear. 

Or  might  it  be,  his  duteous  heart, 

That  led  him  sacrifice  to  bring 
For  his  own  simple  part, 

To  the  world's  hidden  King  ? 


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Well  may  I  guess  how  glow'd  his  cheek, 
How  he  look'd  down,  half  pride,  half  fear  ; 

Far  off"  he  saw  one  speak 
Of  him,  in  Jesus'  ear. 

"  There  is  a  lad,— -  five  loaves  hath  he, 
And  fishes  twain  ;  but  what  are  they 

Where  hungry  thousands  be  ?  " 
Nay,  Christ  will  find  a  way. 

In  order,  on  the  fresh  green  hill, 

The  mighty  Shepherd  ranks  His  sheep, 

By  tens  and  fifties,  still 

As  clouds  when  breezes  sleep. 

Oh,  who  can  tell  the  trembling  joy, 
Who  paint  the  grave,  endearing  look, 

When  from  that  favored  boy 
The  wondrous  pledge  He  took  ? 

Keep  thou,  dear  child,  thine  early  word  ; 

Bring  Him  thy  best :  who  knows  but  He, 
For  his  eternal  board, 

May  take  some  gift  of  thee  ? 

Thou  prayest  without  the  veil  as  yet ; 
But  kneel  in  faith  ;  an  arm  benign 


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Such  prayers  will  duly  set 
Within  the  holiest  shrine. 

And  prayer  has  might  to  spread  and  grow  ; 

Thy  childish  darts,  right  aim'd  on  high, 
May  catch  Heaven's  fire,  and  glow 

Far  in  the  eternal  sky  ! 

Even  as  He  made  that  stripling's  store 
Type  of  the  feast  by  Him  decreed, 

Where  angels  might  adore, 
And  souls  forever  feed. 


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CHRIST   AND   THE   LITTLE   ONES. 

HE  Master  has  come  over  Jordan," 

Sajd  Hannah,  the  mother,  one  day  ; 
u  Is  healing  the  people  who  throng  Him 
With  a  touch  of  His  finger,  they  say. 

"And  now  I  shall  carry  the  children, — 
Little  Rachel,  and  Samuel,  and  John  ; 

I  shall  carry  the  baby,  Esther, 
For  the  Lord  to  look  upon." 

The  father  looked  at  her  kindly, 
But  he  shook  his  head  and  smiled  : 

M  Now  who  but  a  doting  mother 
Would  think  of  a  thing  so  wild  ! 

ct  If  the  children  were  tortured  by  demons, 
Or  dying  of  fever,  —  't  were  well,  — 

Or  had  they  the  taint  of  the  leper, 
Like  many  in  Israel." 


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"  Nay,  do  not  hinder  me,  Nathan, 

I  feel  such  a  burden  of  care,  — 
If  I  carry  it  to  the  Master 

Perhaps  I  shall  leave  it  there. 

"  If  He  lay  His  hand  on  the  children, 

My  heart  will  be  lighter  I  know, 
For  a  blessing  for  ever  and  ever 

Will  follow  them  as  they  go." 

So  over  the  hills  of  Judah, 

Along  by  the  vine-rows  green, 
With  Esther  asleep  on  her  bosom, 

And  Rachel  her  brothers  between  ; 

'Mong  the  people  who  hung  on  His  teaching, 
Or  waited  His  touch  and  His  word, 

Through  the  row  of  proud  Pharisees  listening, 
She  pressed  to  the  feet  of  the  Lord. 

u  Now  why  shouldst  thou  hinder  the  Master," 
Said  Peter,  "  with  children  like  these  ? 

Seest  not  how  from  morning  till  evening 
He  teacheth,  and  healeth  disease  ?  " 

Then  Christ  said  :   "  Forbid  not  the  children, 
Permit  them  to  come  unto  me  ;" 


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And  He  took  in  His  arms  little  Esther, 
And  Rachel  He  set  on  His  knee  \ 


And  the  heavy  heart  of  the  mother 
Was  lifted  all  earth-care  above, 

As  He  laid  His  hands  on  the  brothers, 
And  blest  them  with  tenderest  love  : 

As  He  said  of  the  babes  in  His  bosom, 
u  Of  such  are  the  kingdom  of  heaven  ; ' 

And  strength  for  all  duty  and  trial, 
That  hour  to  her  spirit  was  given. 


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"MY    MEDITATION    OF    HIM    SHALL    BE 
SWEET." 


HEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  our  cage, 
And  long  to  soar  away. 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  throne, 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  book  mark'd  down  ; 

Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  His  blood 

My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 
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Sweet  in  His  righteousness  to  stand, 
Which  saves  from  second  death  ; 

Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 

Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith 
To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hand, 
And  have  no  will  but  His. 

Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

There  shall  my  dis-imprison'd  soul 

Behold  Him  and  adore  ; 
Be  with  His  likeness  satisfied, 

And  grieve  and  sin  no  more  : 

Shall  see  Him  wear  that  very  flesh 
On  which  my  guilt  was  lain  ; 


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His  love  intense,  His  merit  fresh, 
As  though  but  newly  slain. 

Soon,  too,  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 
The  trumpet's  quickening  sound  ! 

And  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  His  right  hand  be  found. 

These  eyes  shall  see  Him  in  that  day ; 

The  God  that  died  for  me  j 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say, 

Lord,  who  is  like  to  Thee  ! 

If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  Church  above, 

In  Jesu's  presence,  know  ! 

If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  that  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 

Immediately  from  Thee  ! 

O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay  ; 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd, 

My  spirit  flies  away  ! 


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CHRIST  IN  YOU,  THE  HOPE  OF 
GLORY." 

(jUPREME    High-Priest,   the    pilgrim's 
light, 
My  heart  for  Thee  prepare  ; 
Thine  image  stamp,  and  deeply  write 

Thy  superscription  there : 
Ah,  let  my  forehead  bear  Thy  seal, 

My  arm  Thy  badge  retain  ; 
My  heart  the  inward  witness  feel 
That  I  am  born  again  ! 

O  that  the  penetrating  sight 

And  eagle's  eye  were  mine  ! 
Undazzled  at  the  boundless  light 

Of  Majesty  divine  : 
That  with  the  armies  of  the  sky 

I,  too,  may  sit  and  sing, 
Add,  Saviour,  to  the  eagle's  eye, 

The  dove's  aspiring  wing. 


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LOVE  OF  LOVE. 

"  Many  waters  cannot  quench  love,  neither  can  the 
floods  drown  it ;  if  a  man  would  give  all  the  substance 
of  his  house  for  love,  it  would  utterly  be  contemned." 
—  Cant.  viii.  7. 

jlOVE,  in  all  its  depth  and  height, 
I  will  sing,  and  never  weary, — 
Love,  which  maketh  life  so  bright, 
And  the  drooping  heart  so  cheery, — 
Love,  whose  fountain  is  with  God, 

And  whose  streams,  in  Christ  descending, 
Flow  where'er  His  footsteps  trod, 
With  all  human  blessings  blending. 

Love,  in  all  its  strength  and  might, 

I  will  sing,  and  I  will  prove  it; 
Love  eternal,  infinite, 

Loveth  me,  and  I  will  love  it. 
All  I  am,  or  hope  to  be, 

From  that  fount  of  life  descending, 
Riseth  like  a  well  in  me, 

Ever  fresh  and  never  ending. 


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Sunbeams  dancing  on  the  sea, 

South  wind  blowing  o'er  the  meadow, 
Bird  and  blossom  on  the  tree, 

Summer  shine  and  summer  shadow, — 
Outward  glancings  of  the  Love 

That  within,  in  fadeless  beauty, 
Lights  and  leads  my  steps  above, 

Up  the  rugged  paths  of  duty. 

Love  !   my  God  and  King  Thou  art! 

Ever  will  I  bow  before  Thee  ; 
Ever  shall  this  grateful  heart 

Own  Thy  kingdom  and  adore  Thee  ; 
Neither  life  nor  death  can  e'er 

From  Thy  love,  my  Saviour,  sever; 
Love  hath  made  the  sinner  dear, 

And  that  love  endureth  ever. 


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"  COME  UNTO  ME." 

RT  thou  weary  i   art  thou  languid  ? 
Art  thou  sore  distrest  ? 
"Come    to    Me/'    saith    One,   "and 
coming, 

Be  at  rest !  " 


Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide  ? 
"  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 

And  His  side." 

Is  there  diadem,  as  monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? 
"  Yea,  a  crown  in  very  surety, 

But  of  thorns  !  " 

If  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow, 

What  His  guerdon  here  ? 
"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 

Many  a  tear." 


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If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
l<  Sorrow  vanquish'd,  labor  ended, 

Jordan  past  !  " 

If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
"  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 

Pass  away  !  " 

Tending,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 

Is  He  sure  to  bless  ? 
cc  Angels,  martyrs,  prophets,  pilgrims, 

Answer,  Yes." 


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A    HYMN    OF   ANGELUS,    OF  THE 
SEVENTEENTH    CENTURY. 


LOVE,  who  formedst  me  to  wear 

The  image  of  Thy  Godhead  here  ; 
Who  soughtest  me  with  tender  care 
Through  all  my  wanderings  wild  and  drear  ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  ere  life's  earliest  dawn 

Thy  choice  on  me  hath  gently  laid  ; 
O  Love,  who  here  as  man  wast  born, 
And  wholly  like  to  us  wast  made ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  once  in  time  wast  slain, 

Pierced  through  and  through  with  bitter  woe  ', 


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O  Love,  who  wrestling  thus  didst  gain, 
That  we  eternal  joy  might  know  ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  of  whom  is  truth  and  light, 

The  Word  and  Spirit,  life  and  power, 
Whose  heart  was  bared  to  them  that  smite, 
To  shield  us  in  our  trial  ho.ur  ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  lovest  me  for  aye, 

Who  for  my  soul  dost  ever  plead  ; 
O  Love,  who  didst  my  ranso.m  pay, 
Whose  power  sufficeth  in  my  stead  ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  once  shalt  bid  me  rise 
From  out  this  dying  life  of  ours  ; 
O  Love,  who  once  o'er  yonder  skies 
Shall  set  me  in  the  fadeless  bowers  ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 


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CHRIST  ALL  IN  ALL. 

I  AY,  art  thou  wounded,  feeble,  weak  ? 
In  Jesus  thy  Physician  seek  ; 

• '      Does  fever  strike,  or  parching  thirst  ? 

He  is  thy  Fountain,  best  and  first ; 
Or,  art  thou  bowed  beneath  sin's  load  ? 
He  is  thy  Justice —  fly  to  God  ; 
Does  soul  or  body  sickness  thrall  ? 
He  is  the  health  of  both,  and  all. 

If  thou  wouldst  fly  the  mists  of  night, 
The  Sun  of  Justice  is  thy  light  ; 
He  bids  the  tongue-tied  spirit  speak, 
Unties  it  in  confession  meek  : 
Or  seek  ye  food  ?  He  gives  thee  bread  ; 
Thou  art  by  heavenly  manna  fed  : 
O  hidden  God,  what  harm  can  fall  ? 
He  gives  Himself,  He  gives  thee  all. 


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JESUS  PASSETH  BY. 


HOU    passest   by  —  Thy  awful   step  I 

hear  ; 

Thou   passest    by  —  thy     five    dread 

wounds  I  see  ; 

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Thou  passest  by  —  Thy  saving  cross  I  clasp 
With  penitential  tears  of  agony. 

Thou  passest  by —  I  will  not  let  Thee  go 
Until  Thy  mercy  streams  into  my  soul  ; 

I  am  sin-laden  ;   lift  the  burden  off, 

For   Thou   alone   canst  heal   and   make    me 
whole. 

Renew  my  spirit  with  unswerving  faith, 

While    pondering    on   the    path    Thy    saints 
have  trod  ; 

With  hope  and  courage  nerve  this  feeble  frame 
To  follow  Thee,  thou  ever-present  God. 


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Thou  passest  by —  I  pray  to  be  illumed 

With  grace  and  light  ;  so  shall  the  darkness 
flee: 

And  these  dim  eyes,  O  Thou  ascended  Lord, 
In  rapture  recognize  and  gaze  on  Thee. 


78  -£7/7/2,  or  Hymns 


THE  ANSWER. 


HE  merry  world  did,  on  a  day, 

With  his  trainbands  and  mates  ag'ree 

' '  To  meet  together  where  I  lay, 

And  all  in  sport  to  jeer  at  me. 

First,  Beauty  crept  into  a  rose, 

Which,  when  I  plucked  not,  Sir,  said  she, 
Tell  me,  I  pray,  whose  hands  are  those  ? 

But  Thou  sbalt  answer,  Lord,  for  me. 

Then  Money  came  ;  and,  chinking  still, 
What  tune  is  this,  poor  man  ?   said  he; 

I  heard  in  music  you  had  skill  ; 

But  'Thou  shalt  answer ;  Lord,  for  me. 

Then  came  brave  Glory  puffing  by, 
In  silks  that  whistled,  who  but  he  ? 

He  scarce  allowed  me  half  an  eye  ; 
But  Thou  shalt  answer,  Lord,  for  me* 


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Then  came  quick  Wit  and  Conversation, 
And  he  would  needs  a  comfort  be  ; 

And,  to  be  short,  make  an  oration  ; 
But  Thou  shalt  answer^  Lord^  for  me. 

Yet  when  the  hour  of  Thy  design 

To  answer  these  fine  things  shall  come, 

Speak  not  at  large  ;  say,  I  am  Thine  \ 
And  then  thev  have  their  answer  home. 


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CHRIST'S  WORD,  "ABIDE." 

j*g3jy|ERPETUAL    peace    flows  from  that 
word, 
A  fountain  by  our  Lord  supplied  ; 
The  'twelve  who  followed  Him,  how  oft  they 
heard 
Their  Teacher  say,  Abide  ! 

It  hangs  —  a  bough  of  promises, 

Thick  blossoming  on  every  side  ; 
c<  I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless,"  He  says, 

uIf  ye  in  me  Abide." 

Lord,  let  my  heart  be  wholly  Thine  ; 

I  would  not  with  the  world  divide  ; 
E'en  as  the  branch  abideth  in  the  vine, 

Would  I  in  thee  Abide. 

"  Abide  in  me,  and  I  in  you." 

Would  I  to  Thee  were  so  allied  ! 
Then  would  be  one  who  now,  alas !  are  two  : 

When  shall  I  thus  Abide  ? 


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Near  old  Emmaus,  had  it  been 

With  me  Thou  walked'st  at  eventide, 

Would  I  have  asked  Thee,  as  a  stranger,  in, 
Or  said,  "  My  Lord  !   Abide  ?  " 

Alas  !  I  too  have  walked  with  Thee  — 
My  whole  way  darkly  by  Thy  side  j 

I  now  invite  Thee,  Lord  !  come  in  with  me  — 
Not  tarry,  but  Abide  ! 

Oh,  Jesus  !   make  my  dwelling  Thine  ! 

Sit  at  my  board,  and  there  preside, 
Till  I  can  call  Thy  heavenly  mansion  mine, 

And  there  Thy  guest  Abide. 

Yet  lifted  to  Thy  presence  oft, 

Down  —  of  my  own  weak  faith  —  I  glide. 
Lend  me  again  Thy  wings  to  mount  aloft, 

Then  make  me  there  Abide  ! 

Come,  oh,  Lord  Jesus  !  quickly  come ! 

Why  should  I  live,  since  Thou  hast  died  ? 
Earth  is  a  cross,  and  life  a  martyrdom  ; 

Let  me  with  Thee  Abide  ! 
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SUNDAY  NEXT   BEFORE   ADVENT. 

"  Thou  art  fair ,  my  Io<ve ;  there  is  no  spot  in  thee.'1  - 
Cant.  iv.  7. 

WOULD  that  I  were  fairer,  Lord  ! 
More  what  Thy  bride  should  be,  — 
More  meet  to  be  the  sharer,  Lord, 
Of  love  and  heaven  with  Thee  ; 
Yet  if  Thy  love  with  me  Thou  'It  share, 
I  know  that  love  can  make  me  fair. 

O  would  that  I  were  purer,  Lord  ! 

More  filled  with  grace  divine !  — 
O  would  that  I  were  surer,  Lord, 

That  my  whole  heart  is  Thine  ! 
Were  it  so  pure  that  I  might  see 
Thy  beauty,  I  would  grow  like  Thee. 

O  would  that  I  could  higher,  Lord, 

Above  thees  senses  live  ! 
Each  feeling,  each  desire,  my  Lord, 

Could  wholly  to  Thee  give ! 
The  love  I  thus  would  daily  share, 
That  love  alone  would  make  me  fair. 


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A  DEATH-BED  HYMN. 

E  would  see  Jesus  ;  "  for  the  shadows 
lengthen 
Across    this    little    landscape    of    our 
life. 
"  We  would  see  Jesus,"    our  weak  faith  to 
strengthen 
For  the  last  weariness  —  the  final  strife. 

"  We  would  see  Jesus  ;  "  for  life's  hand  hath 
rested, 
With  its  dark  touch,   upon  both   heart  and 
brow, 
And   though    our   souls   have    many    a   billow 
%  breasted, 

Others  are  rising  in  the  distance  now. 

"  We  would  see  Jesus,"  the  great  rock  founda- 
tion, 
Whereon   our   feet  were    set    by  sovereign 
grace  ; 
Not  life,  nor  death,  with  all  their  agitation, 
Shall  thence  remove  us  if  we  see  His  face. 


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84  EUm,  or  Hymns. 

H  We   would   see  Jesus."       Other    lights   are 
paling, 
Which  for  long  years  we  have  rejoiced  to  see  ; 
The  blessings  of  our  pilgrimage  are  failing  ; 
We  would  not  mourn  them,   for  we  go   to 
Thee. 

u  We  would  see  Jesus  ;  "  yet  the  spirit  lingers 
Round  the  dear  object  it  has  loved  so  long  ; 
And  earth   from  earth  can   scarce   unclose  its 
fingers  ; 
Our  love  to  Thee  makes  not  this  love  less 
strong. 

"  We    would    see    Jesus."     Sense  is   all   too 
blinding, 
And  heaven  appears  too  dim,  too  far  away  ; 
We  would  see  Thee,  to  gain  a  sweet  reminding 
That  Thou  hast  promised  our  great  debt  to 
pay. 

u  We  would    see  Jesus  ;  "    this  is  all  we  're 

needing : 

Strength,  joy,  and  willingness  come  with  the 

sight ; 

We  would  see  Jesus,  —  dying,  risen,  pleading  ; 

Then  welcome  day,  and  farewell  mortal  night. 


THE  THREE  WONDERS. 

HE  wonder-working  Master 
Once  deigned  His  race  to  save, 
When  dry  land  for  His  people 
He  made  the  Red  Sea  wave  : 
Now  born  for  us,  all  willing, 
Of  maiden  pure  and  sweet, 
The  path  to  heavenly  mansions 
He  opens  to  our  feet. 


The  bush  unburned  most  truly 

Portrays  the  holy  womb, 
Whence  sprang  the  Word  Incarnate 

To  loose  the  ancient  doom, 
And  all  the  bitter  sorrows 

Of  Eva's  curse  to  stay, 
The  Word,  who  hither  wended 

Our  sin  to  do  away. 


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To  Him,  with  God  the  Father 

In  substance  truly  one, 
One  with  mankind,  from  all  men 

Be  laud  forever  clone  : 
God  to  our  human  nature, 

To  our  mortality 
In  form  conjoined,  we  worship, 

And  Him  we  glorify. 

Thee,  Word  of  God  eternal, 
Who  wert  before  the  sun, 

The  star  showed  to  the  Magi, 
A  poor  and  suffering  One  : 

Thee,  swaddled  in  a  manger, 
They  saw  with  glad  accord, 

And  hailed  Thee  with  rejoicing, 
•     True  Man,  and  yet  the  Lord. 


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COME!  YE  LOFTY,  COME!  YE  LOWLY. 

ROME  !  ye  lofty,  come !  ye  lowly, 
Let  your  songs  of  gladness  ring, 
In  a  stable  lies  the  Holy, 
In  a  manger  rests  the  King  : 
See,  in  'Mary's  arms  reposing, 

Christ  by  highest  heaven  adored  : 

Come  !  your  circle  round  him  closing, 

Pious  hearts  that  love  the  Lord. 


Come  !  ye  poor,  no  pomp  of  station 

Robes  the  Child  your  hearts  adore  : 
Efe,  the  Lord  of  all  salvation, 

Shares  your  want,  is  weak  and  poor  : 
Oxen,  round  about  behold  them, 

Rafters  naked,  cold,  and  bare, 
See!  the  shepherds,  God  has  told  them 

That  the  Prince  of  Life  lies  there. 


88  E/imy  or  Hymns 

Come  !  ye  children,  blithe  and  merry, 

This  one  Child  your  model  make ; 
Christmas  holly,  leaf,  and  berry, 

All  be  prized  for  His  dear  sake  ; 
Come!  ye  gentle  hearts  and  tender  ; 

Come  !  ye  spirits  keen  and  bold  ; 
All  in  all  your  homage  render, 

Weak  and  mighty,  young  and  old. 

High  above  a  star  is  shining, 

And  the  Wise  Men  haste  from  far  : 
Come  !  glad  hearts,  and  spirits  pining  : 

For  you  all  has  risen  the  Star. 
Let  us  bring  our  poor  oblations, 

Thanks,  and  love,  and  faith,  and  praise  : 
Come  !  ye  people,  come  !  ye  nations* 

All  in  all  draw  nigh  to  gaze. 

Hark!  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  ringing  — 

Christ  the  Lord  to  man  is  born  : 
Are  not  all  our  hearts,  too,  singing —    • 

Welcome,  welcome,  Christmas  morn  ? 
Still  the  Child,  all  power  possessing, 

Smiles  as  through  the  ages  past ; 
And  the  song  of  Christmas-blessing 

Sweetly  sinks  to  rest  at  last. 


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THE    INFANT   JESUS. 

EAR  little  One  !  how  sweet  Thou  art, 
Thine  eyes  how  bright  they  shine, 
So  bright,  they  almost  seem  to  speak 
When  Mary's  look  meets  Thine  ! 

When  Mary  bids  Thee  sleep,  Thou  sleep'st, 

Thou  wakest  when  she  calls  ; 
Thou  art  content  upon  her  lap, 

Or  in  the  rugged  stalls. 

Simplest  of  Babes  !  with  what  a  grace 

Thou  dost  Thy  mother's  will  ! 
Thine  infant  fashions  well  betray 

The  Godhead's  hidden  skill. 

When  Joseph  takes  Thee  in  his  arms, 

And  smooths  Thy  little  cheek, 
Thou  lookest  up  into  his  face 

So  helpless  and  so  meek. 


90  EIimy  or  Hymns 

Yes!  Thou  art  what  Thou  seem'st  to  be, 

A  thing  of  smiles  and  tears  ; 
Yet  Thou  art  God,  and  heaven  and  earth 

Adore  Thee  with  their  fears. 

Yes  !  dearest  Babe  !  those  tiny  hands, 

That  play  with  Mary's  hair, 
The  weight  of  all  the  mighty  world 

This  very  moment  bear. 

Art  Thou,  weak  Babe,  my  very  God  ? 

O  I  must  love  Thee  then,  — 
Love  Thee,  and  yearn  to  spread  Thy  love 

Among  forgetful  men. 


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MIDNIGHT  CHRISTMAS  COMMUNION. 

i 

j|UT  on  the  world,  unheeded,  came  there 
One  at  midnight  hour, 
A   lowly    maid    His    mother,   and   a 
manger-stall  His  bed  ; 
Out  on  the  cold,  cold  winter,  when  the  snow 
lay  on  the  ground, 
He  came   a  tender    Infant  to    Bethlehem's 
humble  shed. 

Out    on    the   world,    unheeded  —  none   knew 
that  He  was  God, 
Save  His  parents,  and  the  shepherds,  and  the 
strangers  from  afar ; 
These  were  His  sole  adorers  —  the  courtiers  of 
the  King, 
The  world  saw  not  the  rising  of  the  bright 
and  morning  Star. 


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Out  on  the  world,  forsaken,  poor,  He  comes  to 
sinners  still, 
When  storms  are   raging  fiercely,  and  't  is 
night  because  of  sin  ; 
Out  on  the  cold,  cold  winter  —  to  their  thank- 
less hearts  He  comes, 
And  they  turn  their  faces  from  Him,  and  will 
not  take  Him  in. 

Out  on  the  world,  neglected  —  careless  Chris- 
tians love  Him  not 
While    in    our   temples    dwelling,    veiled    in 
mystery  most  high  ; 
Unbelieving  they  reject  Him  —  they  will    not 
own  their  Lord, 
Out  on  the  cold,  cold  winter  —  for  they  pass 
unmindful  by. 

But  every  lowly   bosom    which    receives    him 
tenderly 
He  strengthens  with  His  presence,  and  His 
blessing  comfort  brings  ; 
What  joy  to  that  poor  dwelling  when  the  Lord 
of  Glory  comes  — 
Another  Bethlehem's  manger  to  enthrone  the 
King  of  kings. 


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Such-  be    my    heart,    dear   Jesus,    this    blessed 
Christmas  morn  ; 
Cold,    cold    the    world    unheeding,    but    my 
Guest  vouchsafe  to  be  ; 
Though  mean  and  poor  the  dwelling,  true  my 
heart's  glad  welcome  is, 
And  this  my  prayer  unceasing  —  Stay  Thou 
evermore  with  me. 

Out  on  the  world,  forsaken  —  Oh,  regard  Thy 
children's  love  — 
Our  tears  be  reparation  for  the  slights  upon 
Thee  thrown ; 
May   the    Church's    great    salvation,  Thy  holy 
sacrifice, 
Avail  for   all   the   thankless,  and  for  all  our 
sins  atone. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !    Till  death  our  voices  hush, 
Till   we  join    the    Church   triumphant,    and 
reach  the  Fount  of  grace  ; 
There   no  more  the  hidden  presence,  nor  Eu- 

charistic  rite, 
,      But  the   Bridegroom's  marriage  supper,  and 
to  see  Him  face  to  face. 


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A  CAROL  FOR  CHRISTMAS-TIDE. 

jOW  lift  the  carol,  men  and  maids, 
Now  make  exultant  singing, 
This  day  the  Well  of  Life  first  sprang  - 
Who  shall  declare  its  springing  ? 
It  is  the  birthday  of  our  Peace  ; 
This  day  for  man,  the  weary, 
The  everlasting  Son  of  God 
Was  born  of  blessed  Mary. 

He  was  not  born  in  such  sweet  days 

As  we  of  yore  remember  ; 
It  was  not  sunny  summer-time, 

Oh,  it  was  bleak  December  : 
Over  our  heads  the  sun  is  bright, 

Beneath  the  snowfalls  slacken, 
So,  unto  this  dark  wintry  world 

He  came,  the  dead  to  quicken. 


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He  did  not  bring  a  royal  train, 

A  host  no  man  could  number  ; 
Nor  lay  begirt  by  damask  folds, 

Nor  lulled  by  harp  to  slumber  ;  * 

Oh,  He  was  wrapped  in  swathing  bands 

Whose  might  o'erspans  the  heaven, 
And  a  poor  trough,  whence  oxen  fed, 

For  His  first  rest  was  given. 

He  lies  not  in  the  manger  now  — 

Far  o'er  the  sapphire  portal 
At  the  right  hand  of  Power  He  sits, 

Who  was  this  day  made  mortal  : 
All  in  the  highest,  holiest  place, 

Where  there  may  dwell  none  other, 
There  our  own  Manhood  sits  enthroned, 

There  is  our  Elder  Brother. 

The  birthday  of  our  God  and  King  — 

Lo !  we  are  called  to  greet  Him  ; 
The  everlasting  Bridegroom  comes, 

Oh,  go  ye  out  to  meet  Him. 
This  is  the  end  of  all  below, 

The  crown  of  Love's  best  story  ; 
Christ  stands  and  knocks  —  oh,  happy  souls, 

Receive  the  King  of  Glory. 


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GOOD  FRIDAY. 


ESU,  mighty  Sufferer!  say, 
How  shall  we  this  dreadful  day 
Near  Thee  draw,  and  to  Thee  pray  ? 


We,  whose  proneness  to  forget 

Thy  dear  love,  on  Olivet, 

Bathed  Thy  brow  with  bloody  sweat ;  ■ 

We,  who  still  in  thought  and  deed 

Often  hold  the  bitter  reed 

To  Thee,  in  Thy  time  of  need  s  — 


Canst  Thou  pardon  us,  and  pray. 
As  for  those  who  on  this  day 
Took  Thy  precious  life  away  ? 


Elim^  or  Hymns. 

Yes,  Thy  blood  is  all  my  plea  ; 
It  was  shed,  and  shed  for  me, 
Therefore  to  Thy  cross  I  flee. 

Jesu,  deign  in  love  to  take 
Pity  on  my  soul,  and  make 
This  day  bright  for  Thy  dear  sake. 


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THE    CHASTISEMENT  OF   OUR   PEACE 
WAS   UPON   HIM. 

JARKLY  rose  the  guilty  morning, 
When,  the  King  of  Glory  scorning 
Raged  the  fierce  Jerusalem  : 
See  the  Christ,  His  Cross  upbearing, 
See  Him  stricken,  spit  on,  wearing 
The  thorn-platted  diadem. 

Not  the  crowd  whose  cries  assailed  Him, 
Not  the  hands  that  rudely  nailed  Him, 

Slew  Him  on  the  cursed  tree  \ 
Ours  the  sin  from  Heaven  that  called  Him, 
Ours  the  sin  whose  burden  galled  Him 

In  the  sad  Gethsemane. 

For  our  sins,  of  glory  emptied, 
He  was  fasting,  lone,  and  tempted, 

He  was  slain  on  Calvary ; 
Yet  He  for  His  murderers  pleaded,— 
Lord,  by  us  that  prayer  is  needed  ; 

We  have  pierced,  yet  trust  in  Thee. 


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In  our  wealth  and  tribulation, 

By  Thy  precious  Cross  and  passion, 

By  Thy  blood  and  agony, 
By  Thy  glorious  resurrection, 
By  Thy  Holy  Ghost's  protection, 

Make  us  Thine  eternally. 


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A    FINE   DAY   IN    PASSION  WEEK. 


HERE  is  a  rapturous  movement,  a  green 
growing 
Among  the  hills  and  valleys  once  again, 
And  silent  rivers  of  delight  are  flowing 
Into  the  hearts  of  men. 

There  is  a  purple  weaving  on  the  heather, 

Night  drops  down  starry  gold  upon  the  furze, 
Wild  rivers  and  wild  birds  sing  songs  together, 
Dead  Nature  breathes  and  stirs. 

Is  this  the  season  when  our  hearts  should  follow 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  to  the  hill  of  scorn  ? 
Must  not  our  pilgrim  grief  be  scant  and  hollow 
On  such  a  sunny  morn  ? 

Will  not  the  silver  trumpet  of  the  river 

Wind  us  to  gladsomeness  against  our  will  — 
The  subtle  eloquence  of  sunlight  shiver 
What  sadness  haunts  us  still  ? 


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If  I   might  choose,  those  notes   should  all  be 
duller, 
That   silver   trump   should    fail    in    Passion 
Week; 
The    mountain-crowning    sky    wear   one    pale 
color, 
Pale  as  my  Saviour's  cheek. 

And  day  and  night  there  should  be  one  slow 
raining, 
With    mournful  plash,   upon   the   moor  and 
moss, 
And  on  the  hill  one  tree  its  bare  arms  straining, 
Bare  as  my  Saviour's  Cross. 

Nay  !  if  thy  heart  were  sorrowful  exceeding, 

Its  pulses  big  with  that  divinest  woe, 
These  natural  things  would  only  set  it  bleeding 
To  think  it  could  be  so  ; 

To  think  that  guilty  and  degraded  Nature 

Could  look  as  joyful  as  she  looketh  now, 
When  the  warm  blood  has  dropped  from   her 
Creator 
Upon  her  branded  brow. 


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THE   VIGIL. 


"  When  my  heart  is  overwhelmed,  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
that  is  higher  than  /." —  Psalm  lxi.  2. 

ATHER,  my  cup  is  full! 
My  trembling  soul  I  raise; 
Oh,  save  me  in  this  solemn  hour, 
Thy  might  and  love  to  praise  ! 

Father,  my  cup  is  full ! 

But  One  hath  drunk  before, 
And  for  our  sins  Thy  face  was  hid, 

When  the  bitter  draught  ran  o'er. 

Father,  my  cup  is  full  ! 

But  Thou  dost  bid  me  drink; 
I  know  Thy  love  the  chalice  mixed, 

And  yet  I  faint  —  I  shrink. 


Elim^  or  Hymns. 

Alone  He  drank  the  cup, 
The  holy,  sinless  One, 

That  not  one  soul  on  earth  again 
Should  drain  the  dregs  alone. 

Father,  forsake  me  not ! 

Oh,  Christ!  I  look  to  Thee; 
And  by'Thy  midnight  agony, 

Do  Thou  remember  me. 


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104 


Elim,  or  Hymns 


GETHSEMANE. 


ESUS,  while  He  dwelt  below, 
As  divine  historians  say, 
To  a  place  would  often  go  ; 
Near  to  Kedron's  brook  it  lay ; 
In  this  place  He  loved  to  be  ; 
And  *t  was  named  Gethsemane. 


'T  was  a  garden,  as  we  read, 

At  the  foot  of  Olivet, 
Low,  and  proper  to  be  made 

The  Redeemer's  lone  retreat : 
When  from  noise  He  would  be  free, 
Then  He  sought  Gethsemane. 

Thither,  by  their  Master  brought, 
'    His  disciples  likewise  came  ; 
There  the  heavenly  truths  He  taught 

Often  set  their  hearts  on  flame  ; 
Therefore  they,  as  well  as  He, 
Visited  Gethsemane. 


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Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour  see, 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 

View  Him  in  that  olive-press, 

Wrung  with  anguish,  'whelm'd  in  blood  ! 
Hear  Him  pray  in  His  distress, 

With  strong  cries  and  tears,  to  God  : 
Then  reflect  what  sin  must  be, 
Gazing  on  Gethsemane. 

Gloomy  garden,  on  thy  beds, 

Wash'd  by  Kedron's  water-pool, 

Grow  most  rank  and  bitter  weeds, 
Think  on  these,  my  soul,  my  soul ! 

Would'st  thou  sin's  dominion  see  ? 

Call  to  mind  Gethsemane. 

Hither,  Lord,  Thou  didst  resort 
Oft-times  with  Thy  little  train  ; 

Here  would'st  keep  Thy  private  court, 
Oh  !  confer  that  grace  again  : 

Lord,  resort  with  worthless  me 

Oft-times  to  Gethsemane. 


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True,  I  can't  deserve  to  share 

In  a  favor  so  divine  ; 
But  since  sin  first  fix'd  Thee  there, 

None  have  greater  sins  than  mine  ; 
And  to  this  my  woful  plea, 
Witness  thou,  Gethsemane  ! 

Sins  against  a  holy  God  ; 

Sins  against  His  righteous  laws  ; 
Sins  against  His  love,  His  blood, 

Sins  against  His  name  and  cause, 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea  : 
—  Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 

Saviour,  all  the  stone  remove 
From  my  flinty,  frozen  heart ; 

Thaw  it  with  the  beams  of  love, 
Pierce  it  with  Thy  mercy's  dart  ; 

Wound  the  heart  that  wounded  Thee  ; 

Break  it  in  Gethsemane  ! 


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AN  ANCIENT  HYMN  FOR  MAUNDAY- 
THURSDAY:  FROM  THE  GERMAN. 

[N  those  dark  hours  of  bitter  woe,' 
When  depths  of  agony 
Bound  Me  to  dust,  I  bade  it  flow  — 
My  blood,  in  streams  for  thee  : 
I  stood  alone,  My  hands  were  bound  \ 

Beneath  the  scourge  I  stood  ; 
From  their  long  furrows  to  the  ground 

Fast  fell  the  Holy  blood. 
My  child,  oh,  this  was  all  for  thee  ; 
Oh,  hast  thou  ever  thought  of  Me  ? 

They  put  on  Me  a  robe  of  scorn, 

Bade  thorns  My  crown  to  be  ; 
I  gladly  bore  it,  could  have  borne 

More  still  for  love  of  thee  ; 
They  gave  Me  then  the  cross  to  bear, 

And  many  a  word  was  said 


io8  Elinij  or  Hymns 

Against  My  holy  name,  but  ne'er  — 

Love  from  My  heart  ne'er  fled. 
My  child,  oh,  this  was  all  for  thee  ; 
Oh,  hast  thou  ever  thought  of  Me  ? 

The  Gentile's  spear  hath  pierced  My  side  ; 

Lo  !  from  My  heart  within 
Water  and  blood,  a  priceless  tide, 

Flow  forth  to  cleanse  from  sin. 
Have  I  left  anything  undone, 

So  thou  by  it  might'st  be 
Brought  back,  My  lost,  My  loved  one  ? 

Have  I  not  died  for  thee? 
My  child,  oh,  this  was  all  for  thee  ; 
Oh,  hast  thou  ever  thought  of  Me  ? 

For  thee  I  was  content  to  die, 

To  shame  and  anguish  moved  ; 
And  now,  upon  My  throne  on  high 

I  love  as  then  I  loved  ; 
To  thee  My  flesh  and  blood  are  given  — 

The  pure  soul's  mystic  food  — 
And  thou  shalt  be  with  Me  in  heaven 

When  thou  hast  pass'd  death's  flood. 
My  child,  oh,  this  was  all  for  thee  ; 
Oh,  hast  thou  ever  thought  of  Me  ? 


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AT    THE    LORD'S    FEAST. 

COME,  O  Lord,  to  Thy  dear  face, 
Weary  and  laden,  seeking  grace. 
My  God  ; "  my  Refuge  ;  show  to  me 

Thy  miracle  of  mercy  free. 

Behold  me  here  before  Thy  throne, 

Thou  God  in  flesh  and  suffering  shown, 

To  find  my  rest  in  Thee  alone  ; 

I  feel  the  heavy  weight  of  sin, 

I  long  for  peace,  and  here  begin 

To  taste  its  heavenly  feast  within. 

To  Thee  I  pray,  in  hopeful  trust, 
All  spotted  o'er  with  earthly  dust ; 
For  Thou  hast  blotted  out  my  stain, 
And  made  me  Thine  own  child  again. 
I  think  of  all  Thy  suffering's  power, 
Thy  precious  words  in  Thy  last  hour, 
Thine  anguish  mighty  to  redeem, 
Thy  heart's  most  precious  saving  stream, 


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To  reconcile  the  world  to  Thee  ; 
Emmanuel,  God  with  us,  with  me. 

Rejoice  in  Him,  rejoice,  my  soul, 

He  makes  thee  new,  and  white,  and  whole  ; 

He  at  His  table  bids  thee  rest, 

In  His  dear  Home  a  welcome  guest. 

Ere  thou  canst  call,  His  answer  mild 

Replies  to  thee,  "  Take  courage,  child  ; 

Thou  art  forgiven,  in  Me  despised, 

Into  My  death  thou  art  baptized." 

Arising  from  that  healing  flood 

Praise  with  thy  life  His  precious  blood. 

"  Eternal  life  is  now  thy  part. 
By  no  false  trust,  or  Satan's  art, 
By  no  delusive  smile  or  frown, 
Let  man  or  devil  take  thy  crown. 
I  make  now  My  abode  in  thee  ; 
I  am  the  Vine  —  abide  in  Me  ; 
So  shalt  thou  yield  abundant  fruit, 
Growing  in  Me,  thy  stock  and  root." 

Yes,  Lord  !  my  joy  is  in  Thy  Law, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  never  saw. 


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Thy  wondrous  sacrifice  shall  still 
Give  triumph  to  my  halting  will. 
O  make  me  worthy,  from  this  day, 
On  Thee  my  trembling  heart  to  stay  ; 
May  true  repentance  ever  prove 
The  sanctifying  power  of  love. 
Prolong  Thou  my  unworthy  breath 
To  honor  Thy  life-giving  death. 


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TOUCHED   WITH   A   FEELING   OF   OUR 
INFIRMITIES. 

[]HEN,    wounded    sore,    the    strict 
soul 
Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
Only  one  Hand,  a  pierced  Hand, 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 
One  only  Heart,  a  broken  Heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 

Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

'T  is  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  Hand  that  brings  relief, 
His  Heart  that 's  touched  with  all  our  joys, 

And  feeleth  for  our  grief. 


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Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  Hand,  O  Lord, 
Unseal  the  cleansing  tide  ; 

We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  m  Thy  wounded  side. 


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114  Eli?ny  or  Hymns 


NOT   OUR   WORK. 

PEARY,  working,  plodding  one, 
Wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 
Cease  your  u  doing  ;  "  all  was  done 
Long,  long  ago  ! 
Jesus,  from  His  lofty  throne, 

Stooped  to  do  and  die  ; 
Everything  was  fully  done  — 
"  'T  is  finished  !  "  was  His  cry. 
Jesus  paid  it  all  J 

All  that  e'er  was  due. 
And  nothing  either  great  or  small 
Remains  for  me  to  do  ! 

Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 

By  a  simple  faith, 
"  Doing  "  is  a  deadly  thing, 
"  Doing"  ends  in  death. 
Cast  your  deadly  "  doing  "  down, 
Down  at  Jesus'  feet ;  ' 

Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 

Glorious  and  complete  1 
Jesus  paid  it  all ! 


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THE  GRIEF  OF  PLEASURES. 

HROUGH  miry  paths  I  labored  on  ; 
Dark  fell  the  mist,  I  could  not  see  ; 
But  when  my  feet  were  almost  gone, 
A  Voice  said —  Turn,  and  look  on  Me. 

Who  com'st  Thou,  taunted  like  a  thief 
By  hard  men,  joyous  in  Thy  fall  ? 

Who  art  Thou,  yearning  pale  with  grief 
To  some  friend  in  the  Judgment-hall  ? 

O  glance  too  kind  for  broken  vow, 
For  crime  sinned  often  and  afresh  ! 

O  thorns,  that  wring  the  purest  brow 
Made  ever  yet  from  human  flesh  ! 

0  printed  hands,  O  printed  feet, 

O  side,  dug  to  the  quick  with  steel! 

1  marvel,  but  no  answering  heat 

Strikes  through  my  breast,  to  make  it  feel. 


Il6  EUm^  or  Hymns 

Ah,  Lord  !  but  if  Thy  grace  impart 
True  sorrow  for  my  inward  stain, 

That  look  will  pierce  me  to  the  heart, 
That  crown  will  tear  me  to  the  brain. 

Those  marks'  upon  Thy  feet  and  hands, 

That  furrow  in  Thy  sinless  side, 
Will  sear  me  as  with  iron  brands 

While  I  with  Thee  hang  crucified. 

Nay,  but  the  world  —  too  far,  too  much 
She  lures  me  with  her  power  to  please. 

How  can  I  bear  Thy  healing  touch 
To  rob  me  of  my  sweet  disease  ? 

I  bathe  me  in  a  false  delight, 

Chew  dust  for  bread :  yet,  Lord,  I  pray, 
Come,  for  without  Thee  day  is  night, 

Come  now,  for  with  Thee  night  is  day. 

Yea,  by  Thy  love,  Thy  toil  to  save, 

Thy  prayer,  Thy  groans,  Thy  bloody  sweat, 

Thy  death,  Thy  rising  from  the  grave, 

Look  down  from  heaven,  and  hear  me  yet. 


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THE    HEALER. 

jlHEN  across  the  heart  deep  waves  of 
sorrow 
Break,  as  on  a  dry  and  barren  shore  ; 
When  hope  glistens  with  no  bright  to-morrow, 
And  the  storm  seems  sweeping  evermore  ; 

When  the  cup  of  every  earthly  gladness 
Bears  no  taste  of  the  life-giving  stream, 

And  high  hopes,  as  though  to  mock  our  sadness, 
Fade  and  die  as  in  some  fitful  dream ; 

Who  shall  hush  the  weary  spirit's  chiding, 
Who  the  aching  void  within  shall  fill  ? 

Who  shall  whisper  of  a  peace  abiding, 
And  each  surging  billow  calmly  still  ? 

Only  He  whose  wounded  heart  was  broken 
With  the  bitter  cross  and  thorny  crown, 

Whose  dear  love  glad  words  of  joy  had  spoken, 
Who  His  life  for  us  laid  meekly  down. 


u8  Ellm,  or  Hymns 

Blessed  Healer !   all  our  burdens  lighten  ; 

Give  us  peace,  Thine  own  sweet  peace,  we 
pray  ; 
Keep  us  near  Thee  till  the  Morn  shall  brighten, 

And  all  mists  and  shadows  flee  away. 


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"MADE  NIGH,  BY  THE  BLOOD  OF 
CHRIST." 

THIRST,    Thou   wounded   Lamb   of 
God, 

To  wash  me  in  Thy  cleansing  blood, 
To  dwell  within  Thy  wounds  ;  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  Thee  ! 
Seal  Thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  shelter'd  in  Thy  bleeding  side  ! 
Who  life  and  strength  from  Thee  derive, 
And  by  Thee  move,  and  in  Thee  live  ! 

What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  Thou  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ! 


120  Elim^  or  Hymns 

Thou  giv'st  the  power  Thy  grace  to  move  - 
O  wondrous  grace  !  O  boundless  love  ! 

Ah,  Lord  !  enlarge  our  scanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  Thou  hast  wrought ! 
Unloose  our  stammering  tongues,  to  tell 
Thy  love,  immense,  unsearchable  ! 

First-born  of  many  brethren  Thou, 
To  Thee,  lo  !  all  our  souls  we  bow, 
To  Thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give  : 
Thine  may  we  die,  Thine  may  we  live  ! 


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LATUS  SALVATORIS. 

HERE  is  an  everlasting  home, 

Where  contrite  souls  may  hide  ; 
j  Where    death    and    danger    dare    not 

come  — 
The  Saviour's  side. 


It  was  a  cleft  of  matchless  love, 

Opened  when  He  had  died, 
When  Mercy  hailed  in  worlds  above 
That  wounded  side. 

Hail !  Rock  of  Ages,  pierced  for  me, 

The  grave  of  all  my  pride  ; 
Hope,  peace,  and  heaven,  are  all  in  Thee, 
Thy  sheltering  side. 

There  issued  forth  the  double  flood, 

The  sin-atoning  tide, 
In  streams  of  water  and  of  blood, 
From  that  dear  side. 


122  Elim^  or  Hymns 

There  is  the  onlv  Fount  of  Bliss, 

In  joy  and  sorrow  tried  ; 
No  refuge  for  the  heart  like  this, — 
A  Saviour's  side. 

Thither  the  Church,  through  all  her  days, 

Points  as  a  faithful  guide, 
And  celebrates  with  ceaseless  praise 
That*  spear-pierced  side. 


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THE   CROSS    AND  .THE    HEART. 

At  Sorrento,  Italy,  is  a  curious  poetical  inscription 
engraved  on  a  slab  of  marble  in  the  outer  wall  of  a  church. 
It  begins  and  ends  alternately  with  the  Italian  words  for 
Cross  and  Heart.  The  following  is  as  near  as  possible  to 
a  literal  translation. 

[ROSS,  most  adored!  to  thee  I  give  my 
heart ; 
Heart  I  have  not,  except  to  love  the 
cross. 
Cross,  thou  hast  won  my  wayward,  alien  heart ; 
Heart,  thou  hast  owned  the  triumph  of  the 
cross. 
Cross  !  tree  of  life  !   to  thee  I  nail  my  heart ; 

Heart  cannot  live  that  lives  not  on  the  cross. 

Cross,  be  thy  blood  the  cleansing  of  my  heart ; 

Heart,  be  thy  blood  an  offering  to  the  cross. 

Cross,  thou  shalt  have  the  homage  of  my  heart ; 

Heart,  thou  shalt  be  the  temple  of  the  cross. 


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Elim^  or  Hymns 


Cross,  blest  is  he  who  yields  to  thee  his  heart ; 

Heart,  rest  secure  who  cleavest  to  the  cross. 
Cross,  key  of  heaven,  open  every  heart ; 

Heart,  every  heart,  receive  the  holy  cross. 


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THE  BREAD  THAT  COMETH  DOWN 
FROM   HEAVEN. 

HE  sun  is  sinking  in  the  west ; 
And  while  its  rays  decline, 
Gleams  of  the  full-orbed  Paschal  moon 
On  the  calm  waters  shine. 

The  Galilean  waters  hushed 

In  eventide  are  still ; 
Yet  crowds  of  weary  wanderers  wait 

Upon  its  lonely  hill. 

Pilgrims  they  are,  for  Sion  bound, 

Whose  Paschal  Feast  is  near; 
But  the  true  Passover  Himself 

Receives  and  feeds  them  here. 

They  sit  upon  the  grassy  turf, 

Marshalled  in  groups  and  rows  ; 
Christ  holds  the  food,  which  in  His  hand, 

And  by  His  blessing  grows. 


126  Elim,  or  Hymns 

He  gives  the  food  ;  Apostles  take, 

Distribute  it,  and  then  — 
.  Two  fishes  and  five  barley  loaves 
Regale  five  thousand  men. 

O  blessed  Lord,  the  earth  is  Thine, 

By  Thy  creative  hand 
The  golden  harvests  crown  the  year 

And  deck  the  fertile  land. 

O  blessed  Lord,  Thou  Bread  of  Life, 
That  cometh  down  from  heaven, 

Supplies  of  everlasting  Good 
By  Thee  to  man  are  given. 

In  channels  formed  by  Thee,  they  flow 

In  rivulets  of  grace, 
Refreshing  all  who  wander  here 

In  this  world's  desert  place. 

Oh,  feed  us,  weary  pilgrims,  Lord, 

And  to  Thy  Sion  bring, 
To  keep  a^heavenly  feast  with  Thee, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 


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THE  MIRACLES  OF  GRACE  AND 
NATURE. 

YSTERIOUS  is  Thy  presence,  Lord, 
Awful  Thy  power  divine  ; 
The  water  hears  Thy  faintest  word, 
And  blushes  into  wine. 

The  clouds,  that  round  us  dark  and  low, 

With  threatening  aspect  move, 
If  Thou  dost  look  upon  them,  glow 

With  rainbow  lights  of  love. 

The  grain,  that  from  the  sower's  hand 

Is  scattered  on  the  mould, 
Soon  in  the  valleys  thick  shall  stand, 

Returned  a  thousand-fold. 

The  dews,  which  evening  skies  distil 

Around  the  creeping  vine, 
At  Thy  command  arise  and  fill 

The  blood-red  grape  with  wine. 


128  Ulim,  or  Eymns 

Thus  holy  truths  around  us  lie, 

Doing  their  humble  part, 
But  wanting  the  attentive  eye, 

And  the  believing  heart. 

Thus  at  Thy  holy  Feast,  O  Lord, 
We  kneel,  and  we  believe 

That  that  which  Thy  creative  word 
Hath  made  it,  we  receive. 

Mysterious  truth,  which  human  pride 

Must  bow  to  and  adore, 
Which  in  our  heart  of  hearts  we  hide, 

Believe,  and  ask  no  more. 


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THE  CHRISTIAN  ALTAR. 

jHOU  Bread  of  Life,  upon  Thy  tongue 
When  famished  thousands  closely  hung, 
Didst  make  the  fainting  body  whole  : 
Come,  strengthen  and  refresh  our  soul. 

Thou,  when  the  bridal  wine  ran  dry, 

A  draught  far  richer  didst  supply  : 

With  real  fulness  of  that  hour, 

Come,  cheer  our  souls,  Thy  blood  outpour. 

So  bid  us  from  Thy  board  depart, 
With  all  Thy  presence  in  our  heart, 
And  bear  it  far  into  the  night 
Of  world  and  sin,  Thy  Lamp  of  Light. 


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Elim^  or  Hymns 


THE  OBLATION. 

NCE  I  thought  to  sit  so  high 
In  the  palace  of  the  sky  ; 
Now,  I  thank  God  for  His  grace, 


If  I  may  fill  the  lowest  place. 

Once  I  thought  to  scale  so  soon 
Heights  above  the  changing  moon  ; 
Now,  I  thank  God  for  delay  — 
To-day,  it  yet  is  called  to-day. 

While  I  stumble,  halt  and  blind, 
Lo  !  he  waiteth  to  be  kind  ; 
Bless  me  soon,  or  bless  me  slow, 
Except  He  bless,  I  let  not  go. 

Once  for  earth  I  laid  my  plan, 
Once  I  leaned  on  strength  of  man, 
When  my  hope  was  swept  aside, 
I  stayed  my  broken  heart  on  pride  : 


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Broken  reed  hath  pierced  my  hand  ; 
Fell  my  house  I  built  on  sand  ; 
Roofless,  wounded,  maimed  by  sin, 
Fightings  without  and  fears  within  : 

Yet,  a  tree,  He  feeds  my  root ; 
Yet,  a  branch,  He  prunes  for  fruit ; 
Yet,  a  sheep,  these  eves  and  morns 
He  seeks  for  me  among  the  thorns. 

With  Thine  Image  stamped  of  old, 
Find  Thy  coin  more  choice  than  gold  ; 
Known  to  Thee  by  name,  recall 
To  Thee  Thy  home-sick  prodigal. 

Sacrifice  and  offering 
None  there  is  that  I  can  bring  ; 
'  None,  save  what  is  Thine  alone  : 
I  bring  Thee,  Lord,  but  of  Thine  own  — 

Broken  body,  blood  outpoured, 
These  I  bring,  my  God,  my  Lord  ; 
Wine  of  Life,  and  Living  bread, 
With  these  for  me  Thy  board  is  spread. 


132  Elim^  or  Hymns 


THE  HOLY  FEAST. 

flO  !   the  feast  is  spread  to-day, 
1    Jesus  summons,  come  away 
-'   From  the  vanity  of  life, 
From  the  sounds  of  mirth  or  strife, 
To  the  feast  by  Jesus  given, 
Come  and  taste  the  Bread  of  Heaven. 

Why,  with  proud  excuse  and  vain, 
Spurn  His  mercy  once  again  ? 
From  amidst  life's  social  ties, 
From  the  farm  and  merchandise, 
Come,  for  all  is  now  prepared  ; 
Freely  given,  be  freely  shared. 

Blessed  are  the  lips  that  taste 
Our  Redeemer's  Marriage- feast ; 
Blessed,  who  on  Him  shall  feed, 
Bread  of  Life,  and  Drink  indeed  ; 
Blessed,  for  their  thirst  is  o'er  ; 
They  shall  never  hunger  more. 


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THE   HUNGER. 

jlORD,  to  Thine  altar  let  me  go, 
The  child  of  weariness  and  woe, 
My  home  to  find  ; 
From  sin,  and  sense,  and  self  set  free, 
Absorbed  alone  in  love  to  Thee, 
Able  to  leave  in  liberty 
This  world  behind. 

Jesus,  be  Thou  my  Heavenly  Food, 
Sweet  Source  Divine  of  every  good, 

Centre  of  rest ; 
One  with  Thy  heart  let  me  be  found, 
Prostrate  upon  that  holy  ground, 
Where  grace,  and  peace,  and  life  abound, 

Drawn  from  Thy  breast. 

There  let  me  lean,  and  live,  and  lie, 
As  fast  the  fleeting  moments  fly, 

Sands  in  a  glass, 
Which  Time  may  shake  with  restless  hand, 
Yet  only  at  Thine  own  command, 
Till  to  a  dearer,  happier  Land, 

My  soul  shall  pass. 


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THE  MORNING  OF  RECEPTION. 

T  is  a  day  of  fear  : 
Rise  up  betimes,  go  forth  alone 
With     tongue    fast    sealed   and    heart 
bowed  down, 
Because  Thy  Lord  is  near. 

Leave  not  thy  thoughts  to  roam 
Hither  and  thither,  where  they  would  ; 
Lest  fretful  cares  on  thee  should  crowd, 

Forgetful  of  thy  Home. 

Let  not  thine  eye  go  free  ; 
Look  on  the  earth  beneath  thy  feet, 
The  pit  that  for  thy  sins  was  meet, 

Had  God  been  just  with  thee. 

Good  art  thou-  to  the  sight  \ 
But  would  thy  cheek  be  dry  as  now, 
As  gay  thy  smile,  as  bright  thy  brow, 

If  all  were  brought  to  light  ? 


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Yet,  not  in  gloomy  sadness 
Be  thy  heart  bowed  and  eye  downcast ; 
Is  not  the  night  of  sorrow  past  ? 

Is 't  not  a  morn  of  gladness  ? 

Think  on  the  Holy  Feast, 
On  His  dear  love  and  gracious  Name 
Who  sanctifies  Himself,  the  same 

Both  Sacrifice  and  Priest. 

Go,  and  be  one  with  Him  ; 
Dwell  thou  in  Him,  and  He  in  thee, 
Him  freely  love,  who  sets  thee  free, 

Though  but  in  shadow  dim. 

For,  it  shall  not  be  so 
In  that  great  day,  when  faithful  souls, 
Whom  flesh  doth  sway  and  sin  controls, 

As  they  are  known  shall  know  : 

To  be  forever  one 
With  Him,  whom  with  the  Father  high, 
And  Spirit,  angels  tremblingly 

Adore  as  God  alone. 


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THIS   DO    IN    REMEMBRANCE   OF   ME. 

at 

I  ERE,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee  face  to 
face  ; 
Here  would  I  touch  and  handle  things 
unseen  ; 
Here  grasp  with  firmer  hand  the  eternal  grace, 
And  all  my  weariness  upon  Thee  lean. 

Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  bread  of  God  ; 

Here    drink    with    Thee    the   royal   wine   of 
Heaven  ; 
Here  would  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load, 

Here  taste  afresh  the  calm  of  sin  forgiven. 

This  is  the  hour  of  banquet  and  of  song, 
•     This  is  the  heavenly  table  spread  for  me ; 
Here  let  me  feast,  and,  feasting,  still  prolong 
The    brief  bright    hour  of    fellowship    with 
Thee. 

Too  soon  we  rise  ;  the  symbols  disappear; 
The  feast,  though  not  the  love,  is  passed  and 
gone; 


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The  bread   and   wine   remove,  but   Thou    art 
here, 
Nearer  than  ever,  still  my  Shield  and  Sun. 

J  have  no  help  but  Thine  ;  nor  do  I  need 
Another  arm  save  Thine  to  lean  upon  \ 

It  is  enough,  my  Lord,  enough,  indeed  : 

My   strength   is  in   Thy   might,  Thy  might 
alone. 

I  have  no  wisdom,  save  in  Him  who  is 
My  wisdom  and  my  teacher,  both  in  one  ; 

No  wisdom  can  I  lack  while  Thou  art  wise, 
No  teaching  do  I  crave,  save  Thine  alone. 

Mine  is  the  sin,  but  Thine  the  righteousness  ; 
Mine   is  the  guilt,  but  Thine   the  cleansing 
blood  ; 
Here  is  my  robe,  my  refuge,  and  my  peace,  — 
Thy  blood,  Thy  righteousness,  O  Lord  my, 
God, 

I  know  that  deadly  evils  compass  me, 

Dark  perils  threaten  ;  yet  I  would  not  fear, 

Nor  poorly  shrink,  nor  feebly  turn  to  flee  ; 
Thou,  O  my  Christ,  art  buckler,-  sword, 
spear. 


138  Ellm,  or  Hymns 

But  see,  the  Pillar-cloud  is  rising  now, 

And  moving  onward  through  the  desert-night ; 

It  beckons,  and  I  follow,  for  I  know 
It  leads  me  to  the  heritage  of  light. 

Feast  after  feast  thus  comes  and  passes  by  ; 

Yet,  passing,  points  to  the  glad  feast  above, 
Giving  sweet  foretaste  of  the  festal  joy, 

The  Lamb's  great  Bridal  Feast  of  bliss  and 
love. 


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THE    TRUE    BREAD. 

RUE  Bread  of  life,   in  pitying    mercy 
given, 
Long-famished  souls  to  strengthen  and 
to  feed  ; 
Christ    Jesus,    Son    of    God,    true    Bread    of 
Heaven, 
Thy  Flesh  is  meat,  Thy  Blood  is  drink  in- 
deed. 

I  cannot  famish,  though  this  earth  should  fail, 
Though  life  through  all  its  fields  should  pine 
and  die  ; 
Though  the  sweet  verdure  should  forsake  each 
vale, 
And  every  stream  of  every  land  run  dry. 

True  Tree  of  life!  of  Thee  I  eat  and  live,— 
Who  eateth  of  Thy  fruit  shall  never  die ; 

'T  is  Thine  the  everlasting  health  to  give, 
The  youth  and  bloom  of  immortality. 


14O  Elbn^  or  Hymns 

Feeding  on  Thee,  all  weakness  turns  to  power, 
This  sickly  soul  revives,  like  earth  in  spring ; 

Strength  floweth  on  and  in,  each  buoyant  hour, 
This  being  seems  all  energy,  all  wing. 

Jesus,  our  dying,  buried,  risen  Head, 

Thy  Church's  Life  and  Lord,  Immanuel  ! 

At  Thy' dear  Cross  we  find  the  eternal  bread, 
And  in  Thy  empty  tomb  the  living  well. 


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AND  WHEN  THEY  HAD  SUNG  AN  HYMN, 

THEY   WENT   OUT  UNTO   THE  MOUNT 

OF    OLIVES. 

ALM  lay  the  city  in  its  double  sleep, 
Beneath   the    Paschal  Moon's  cold, 
silvery  light, 
That  flung  broad  shadows  o'er  the  rugged  steep 
Of  Olivet  that  night. 

But  soon  the  calm  was  broken,  and  the  sound 

Of  strains  all  sweet  and  plaintive  filled  the  air  \ 
And  deep-toned  voices,  echoing  all  around, 
Made  music  everywhere. 

The  Holy  Rite  is  o'er  ;  the  Blessed  Sign 

Is  given  to  cheer  us  in  this  earthly  strife  ; 
The  Bread  is  broken,  and  outpoured  the  Wine, — 
Symbol  of  better  Life. 

The  bitter  cup  of  wrath  before  Him  lies  ; 
And  yet  as  up  the  steep  they  pass  along, 


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The  mighty  Victim  to  the  Sacrifice, 

They  cheer  the  way  with  song. 

We  ne'er  can  know  such  sorrow  as  that  night 
Pierced  to  the  heart  the  suffering  Son  of  God  ; 
'  And  every  earthly  sadness  is  but  light 
To  that  dark  path  He  trod  ! 

And  yet  how  faint  and  feeble  rise  our  songs  ; 
How  oft  we  linger  'mid  the  shadows  dim  ; 
Nor  give  the  glory  that  to  Him  belongs 
In  Eucharistic  hymn ! 

O  for  an  echo  of  that  chant  of  praise  ; 

O  for  a  voice  to  sing  His  mighty  love  ; 
O  for  a  refrain  of  the  hymns  they  raise 
In  the  bright  Home  above ! 

Touch  Thou  our  wayward  hearts,  and  let  them 

be 
In  stronger  faith  to  Thy  glad  service  given, 
Till,  o  *er  the  margin  of  Time's  surging  sea, 

We  sing  the  song  of  Heaven  ! 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  143 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 

||ITH  all  the  powers  my  poor  soul  hath 
Of  humble  love,  and  loyal  faith, 
I  come,  dear  Lord,  to  worship  Thee, 
Whom  so  much  love  bowed  low  for  me, 

Down,  busy  sense  ;  discourses  die  ; 
And  all  adore  faith's  mystery  ! 
Faith  is  my  skill,  faith  can  believe 
As  fast  as  love  new  laws  shall  give. 

Faith  is  my  eye,  faith  strength  affords 
To  keep  pace  with  those  gracious  words  ; 
And  words  more  sure,  more  sweet  than  they, 
Love  could  not  think,  truth  could  not  say. 

O  dear  memorial  of  that  Death 
Which  still  survives,  arid  gives  us  breath  ! 
Live  ever,  Bread  of  Life,  and  be 
My  food,  my  joy,  my  all  to  me  ! 


144  Elini)  or  Hymns 

Come,  glorious  Lord  !  my  hopes  increase, 
And  mix  my  portion  with  Thy  peace ! 
Come,  and  forever  dwell  in  me 
That  I  may  only  live  to  Thee  ! 

Come,  hidden  life,  and  that  long  day 
For  which  I  languish,  come  away  ! 
When  this  dry  soul  those  eyes  shall  see, 
And  drink  the  unsealed  Source  of  Thee  ; 

When  Glory's  Sun  faith's  shade  shall  chase, 
And  for  Thy  veil,  give  me  Thy  face  \ 
Then  shall  my  praise  eternal  be 
To  the  Eternal  Trinity  ! 


of  Holy  Refreshment,  145 


COMMUNION   HYMN. 

E  cometh,  on  yon  hallowed  Board 
The  ready  Feast  doth  duly  show, 
Where    wait    the    chalice    and    the 
bread, 
Like  gems  within  their  veil  of  snow. 

He  cometh,  as  He  came  of  old, 
Suddenly  to  His  Father's  shrine, 

Into  the  hearts  He  died  to  make 
Meet  temples  for  His  grace  Divine. 

He  cometh,  as  the  Bridegroom  comes, 
Unto  the  Feast  Himself  has  spread  ; 

His  flesh  and  blood  the  heavenly  food 
Wherewith  the  wedding  guests  are  fed. 

He  cometh  —  gentle  as  the  dew, 
And  sweet  as  drops  of  honey  clear, 

And  good  as  God's  own  manna  shower, 
To  longing  souls  that  meet  Him  here. 


146  E/mij  or  Hymns 

He  cometh — let  not  one  withdraw, 
Nor  fear  to  bring  repented  sin  ; 

There  's  blood  to  wash,  there  's  bread  to  feed, 
And  Christ  Himself  to  enter  in. 

He  cometh  — praises  in  the  Church, 
And  hymns  of  praise  in  Heaven  above, 

And  in  our  hearts  repentant  faith, 

And  love  that  springs  to  meet  His  love. 


II. 


O  Jesu,  bruised  and  wounded  more 

Than  bursted  grape,  or  bread  of  wheat ; 

The  Life  of  Life  within  our  souls, 
The  Cup  of  our  Salvation  sweet  -, 

We  come  to  show  Thy  dying  hour, 

Thy  streaming  vein,  Thy  broken  flesh  ; 

And  still  the  blood  is  warm  to  save, 
And  still  the  fragrant  wounds  are  fresh. 

O  Heart  that,  with  a  double  tide 
Of  blood  and  water,  maketh  pure  ; 

O  Flesh  once  offered  on  the  Cross, 
The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure  : 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  147 

Let  never  more  our  sinful  souls 

The  anguish  of  Thy  Cross  renew  ; 

Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails 

That  pierced  Thy  victim  Body  through. 

Come,  Bread  of  Heaven,  to  feed  our  souls, 

And  with  Thee,  Jesu  enter  in  ; 
Come,  Wine  of  God,  and  as  we  drink 

His  precious  blood,  wash  out  our  sin. 


148  Elim^  or  Hymns 


THE    HOLY   COMMUNION. 

O  Gospel  likq  this  Feast 

Spread  for  Thy  Church  by  Thee; 
Nor  prophet  nor  evangelist 
Preach  the  glad  news  so  free. 

All  our  Redemption  cost, 

All  our  Redemption  won  ; 
All  it  has  won  for  us,  the  lost, — 

All  it  cost  Thee,  the  Son  ;  — 

Thine  was  the  bitter  price, 

Ours  is  the  free  gift  given ; 
Thine  was  the  Blood  of  Sacrifice, 

Ours  is  the  wine  of  Heaven  ! 

For  Thee,  the  burning  thirst, 

The  shame,  the  mortal  strife, 
The  broken  heart,  the  side  transpierced  ; 

To  us,  the  Bread  of  Life  ! 

To  Thee,  our  curse  and  doom 
Wrapt  round  Thee  with  our  sin  ; 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  140, 

The  horror  of  that  mid-day  gloom, 
The  deeper  night  within. 

To  us,  Thy  home  in  light, 

Thy  "  Come,  ye  blessed,  come  !  " 

Thy  bridal  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Thy  Father's  welcome  home. 

Here  we  would  rest  midway, 

As  on  a  sacred  height, 
That  darkest  and  that  brightest  Day 

Meeting  before  our  sight ; 

From  that  dark  depth  of  woes 

Thy  love  for  us  hath  trod, 
Up  to  the  heights  of  blest  repose 

Thy  love  prepares  with  God  : 

Till,  from  self's  chains  released, 

One  sight  alone  we  see,  — 
Still  at  the  Cross,  as  at  the  Feast, 

Behold  Thee,  only  Thee  ! 


150 


Elim,  or  Hymns 


THE    COMPLETION   OF    THE    SACRIFICE 
OF   THE   CROSS.' 

ERE  it  from  my  heart  alone 
Praise  ascended  to  Thy  throne, 
Were  there  not  within  its  shrine 
More  than  earthly  bread  and  wine, 
Then,  O  then,  it  could  not  bless 
Save  by  owning  thanklessness. 

Wake,  my  glory  ;  wake,  sweet  string  ; 
I  myself  will  wake  and  sing  ; 
Lo  !  my  heart  forgets  its  care, 
For  my  love  hath  entered  there, 
And  its  only  thought  is  this  — 
He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His  ! 


What  the  fathers  longed  to  see, 
And  the  prophets'  company, 
What  the  holy  kings  long  dead 
Their  true  Crown  had  reckoned, 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  151 

The  most  holy  Bread  of  Heaven  — 
This  to  me  is  freely  given. 

What  the  people  on  the  shore 
Prayed  might  feed  them  evermore, 
What  the  woman  by  the  well 
Asked,  that  she  might  thirstless  dwell, 
This  is  rendered  to  our  need  — 
Meat  indeed  and  Drink  indeed. 

Who  shali  measure  out  its  price  ? 
Who  for  it  make  sacrifice  ? 
Gold  or  rubies  gauge  it  never, 
All  from  all  for  it  may  sever, 
And  though  nought  to  yield  remain, 
Infinite  would  be  their  gain. 

Therefore  with  all  hosts  on  high  — 
Alleluia  !  —  rapt  I  cry  ; 
Praise  to  Him,  who  from  the  highest 
Hath  to  lowly  souls  come  nighest ; 
Sing  of  Him  till  time  is  o'er, 
Alleluia  !  evermore. 


*52  Elirri)  or  Hymns 


ROCK   OF    AGES  -  IN    LATIN 


jlESUS,  pro  me  perforatus, 
Condar  intra  Tuum  latus. 
—   Tu  per  lympham  profluentem, 
Tu  per  sanguinem  tepentem, 
In  peccata  mi  redunda, 
Tolle  culpam,  sordes  munda. 

Coram  Te,  nee  Justus  forem 
Quamvis  totS,  si  laborem, 
Nee  si  fide  nunquam  cesso, 
Fletu  stillans  indefesso  : 
Tibi  soli  tantum  munus  ; 
Salva  me,  Salvator  unus  ! 

Nil  in  manu  mecum  fero, 

Sed  me  versus  crucem  gero  ; 

Vestimenta  nudus  oro, 

Opem  debilis  imploro  ; 

Fontem  Christi  quaero  immundus, 

Nisi  laves,  moribundus. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  153 

Dum  hos  artus  vita  regit  ; 
Quando  nox  sepulchro  tegit ; 
Mortuos  cum  stare  jubes, 
Sedens  Judex  inter  nubes  ; 
Jesus,  pro  me  perforatus, 
Condar  intra  Tuum  latus. 


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EASTER-EVE. 


ILENCE  in  the  house  of  prayer ; 

Low  our  Lord  in  earth  lies  sleeping; 
Silence,  silence,  everywhere, 
While  the  saints  their  watch  are  keeping. 


He  at  earliest  morn  shall  rise  ; 

Now  in  mystic  peace  He  slumbers  ; 
Flow,  ye  plaintive  melodies  ; 

Ring,  ye  still  recurring  numbers. 


Though  for  us  His  soul  doth  seek 
That  mysterious  world  of  spirits, 

He  shall  rise  to  cheer  the  weak  ;  _ 
Hope  and  joy  His  Church  inherits. 


E/imy  or  Hymns.  155 

So  Lent's  latest  vigil  now 

Keep  we  with  a  tempered  sadness  : 
Easter-morn  !  speed  quickly  thou, 

And  transform  this  grief  to  gladness. 


156  Elim^  or  Hymns 


VIGIL   OF   EASTER-EVE. 

JESTING  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay, 
His  sacred  form  from  head  to  feet 

Swathed  in  the  winding-sheet. 

Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 

Hid  behind  the  sealed  stone. 

All  that  seventh  day  long  I  ween 
Mournful  watch'd  the  Magdalene, 
Rising  early,  resting  late, 
By  the  sepulchre  to  wait, 
In  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

So,  as  clos'd  the  Sabbath  night, 
In  Goshen  watch'd  the  Israelite, 
Staff  in  hand,  in  pilgrim  guise, 
By  the  slaughter'd  sacrifice, 
Waiting  till  the  midnight  cry 
Signal  gave  that  God  was  nigh. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  157 

So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 
Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thou  mayst  ever  dwell. 

Still  with  Thee  their  Sabbath  keep 
They  who  'neath  the  altar  sleep  ; 
Scarce  a  day  perchance  doth  seem 
The  time  of  their  unbodied  dream, 
'Twixt  their  rest  from  labor  past 
And  their  waking  at  the  last. 

Then,  the  new  creation  done, 
Shall  be  the  endless  rest  begun. 
Jesu  !   keep  me  safe  from  sin, 
That  I  with  Thee  may  enter  in, 
And  danger  past,  and  toil  at  end, 
To  Thy  resting-place  ascend. 


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SDeati* 


CHRIST   RISEN. 

LLELUIA!  Alleluia! 

Hearts  to  heaven  and  voices  raise  •, 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  gladness, 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  praise. 
He  who  on  the  cross  a  victim 

For  the  world's  salvation  bled, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  King  of  Glory, 
Now  is  risen  from  the  dead. 


Now  the  iron  bars  are  broken, 

Christ  from  death  to  life  is  born, 
Glorious  life,  and  life  immortal, 

On  this  holy  Easter  morn  : 
Christ  has  triumphed,  and  we  conquer 

By  His  mighty  enterprise, 
We  with  Christ  to  life  eternal 

By  His  resurrection  rise. 


JUlim^  or  Hymns.  159 

Christ  is  risen,  Christ,  the  first-fruits 

Of  the  holy  harvest-field, 
Which  will  all  its  full  abundance 

At  His  second  coming  yield  ; 
Then  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 

Will  their  heads  before  Him  wave, 
Ripened  by  His  glorious  sunshine, 

From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 

Christ  is  risen,  we  are  risen  : 

Shed  upon  us  heavenly  grace, 
Rain,  and  dew,  and  gleams  of  glory, 

From  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
That  we,  Lord,  with  hearts  in  heaven, 

Here  on  earth  may  fruitful  be, 
And  by  angel-hands  be  gathered, 

And  be  ever  safe  with  Thee. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Saviour, 

Who  has  gained  the  victory  ; 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Fount  of  love  and  sanctity. 
Alleluia!   Alleluia! 

To  the  Triune  Majesty  ! 


160  Ellm,  or  Hymns 


EASTER   DAY. 

PATHWAY  opens  from  the  tomb, 

The  grave  's  a  grave  no  more  ! 
Stoop  down  :  look  into  that  sweet  room  : 
Pass  through  the  unsealed  door  : 
Linger  a  moment  by  the  bed, 
Where  lay  but  yesterday  the  Church's  Head. 

What  is  there  there  to  make  thee  fear  ? 

A  folded  chamber-vest, 
Akin  to  that  which  thou  shalt  wear, 
When  for  thy  slumber  drest : 
Two  gentle  angels  sitting  by  — 
How  sweet  a  room,  methinks,  wherein  to  lie ! 

No  gloomy  vault,  no  charnel  cell, 

No  emblems  of  decay, 
No  solemn  sound  of  passing  bell, 
To  say,  <c  He's  gone  away ;  "  — 
But  angel-whispers  soft  and  clear, 
And  He,  the  risen  Jesus,  standing  near. 

a  Why  weepest  thou  ?  Whom  seekest  thou  ?" 
'Tis  not  the  gardener's  voice, 


of  Holy  Refreshment,  161 

But  His  to  whom  all  knees  shall  bow, 
In  whom  all  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  voice  of  Him  who  yesterday 
Within  that  rock  was  Death's  resistless  prey. 

"  Why  weepest  thou  ?     Whom  seekest  thou  ? 

The  living  with  the  dead  ?  " 
Take  young  spring  flowers  and  deck  thy  brow, 
For  life  with  joy  is  wed  : 
The  grave  is  now  the  grave  no  more  ; 
Why  fear  to  pass  that  bridal-chamber  door  ? 

Take  flowers  and  strew  them  all  around 

The  room  where  Jesus  lay  : 
But  softly  tread  ;   'tis  hallowed  ground, 
And  this  is  Easter  day. 
"  The  Lord  is  risen,"  as  He  said, 
And  thou  shalt  rise  with  Him,  thy  risen  Head. 


1 62  Eiim,  or  Hymns 


HYMN    FOR   EASTER. 

HE  tomb  is  empty  ;  wouldst  thou  have 

it  full  ? 
Still     sadly    clasping    the     unbreathing 
clay  ;  — 
O  weak,  in  faith,  O  slow  of  heart  and  dull, 
To  doat  on  darkness,  and  shut  out  the  day  ! 

The  tomb  is  empty  \  He  who,  three  short  days, 
After  a  sorrowing  life's  long  weariness, 

Found  refuge  in  this  rocky  resting-place, 
Has  now  ascended  to  the  throne  of  bliss. 

Here  lay  the  Holy  One,  the  Christ  of  God, 
He  who  for  death  gave  death,  and  life  for  life  , 

Our  Heavenly  Kinsman,  our  true  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Victor  for  us  on  hell's  dark  field  of  strife. 

This  was  the  Bethel,  where,  on  stony  bed, 
While  angels  went  and  came  from  morn  till 
even, 

Our  truer  Jacob  laid  His  wearied  head  ; 
This  was  to  Him  the  very  gate  of  Heaven. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  163 

The  Conqueror,  not  the  conquered,  He  to 
whom 

The  keys  of  death  and  of  the  grave  belong, 
Crossed  the  cold  threshold  of  the  stranger's  tomb, 

To  spoil  the  spoiler  and  to  bind  the  strong. 

Here  Death  had  reigned  ;  into  no  tomb  like 
this 

Had  man's  fell  foe  aforetime  found  his  way; 
So  grand  a  trophy  ne'er  before  was  his, 

So  vast  a  treasure,  so  Divine  a  prey. 

But  now  his  triumph  ends  ;  the  rock-barred 
door 

Is  opened  wide,  and  the  great  Prisoner  gone  ; 
Look  round  and  see,  upon  the  vacant  floor 

The  napkin  and  the  grave-clothes  lie  alone. 

Yes,  Death's  last  hope,  his  strongest  fort  and 
prison 

Is  shattered,  never  to  be  built  again  ; 
And  He,  the  mighty  Captive,  He  is  risen, 

Leaving  behind  the  gate,  the  b*ar,  the  chain. 

Yes,  He  is  risen  who  is  the  First  and  Last ; 
Who  was  and  is  ;  Who  liveth  and  was  dead ; 


164  Elirriy  or  Hymns 

Beyond  the  reach  of  death  He  now  has  passed, 
Of   the   one    glorious    Church   the   glorious 
Head. 

The  tomb  is  empty  ;  so,  ere  long,  shall  be 
The  tombs  of  all  who  in  this  Christ  repose  ; 

They  died  with  Him  who  died  upon  the  tree, 
They  live  and  rise  with  Him  who  lived  and 
rose. 

All  that  was  death  in  them  is  now  dissolved, 
For  death  can  only  what  is  death's  destroy  ; 

And  when  this  earth's  short  ages  have  revolved, 
The  disimprisoned  life  comes  forth  with  joy. 

Their  life-long  battle  with  disease  and  pain, 
And  mortal  weariness,  is  over  now ; 

Youth,  health,  and  comeliness  return  again, 
The  tear  has  left  the  cheek,  the  sweat  the 
brow. 

They  are  not  tasting  death,  but  taking  rest, 
On  the  same  holy  couch  where  Jesus  lay, 

Soon  to  awake,  all  glorified  and  blest, 

When  day  has  broke,  and  shadows  fled  away. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  165 


EASTER  CELEBRATION. 

HOU,  that  on  the  first  of  Easters 
Cam'st  resplendent  from  the  tomb, 
Leaving  all  Thy  linen  cerements 
Folded  in  the  cavern's  gloom, 
Come  with  Thine  —  All  hail  —  to  greet  us, 

Come,  our  Paschal  joy  to  be  ; 
Let  our  altar,  clad  in  brightness, 
Yield  a  throne  of  white  for  Thee. 

This  shall  crown  the  Queen  of  Sundays  ; 

Grant  but  this  —  our  cup  runs  o'er  ; 
Hymns  that  welcomed  in  Thine  Easter 

Made  us  long  for  this  the  more : 
All  the  Paschal  Alleluias 

Craved  to  see  the  Lamb  appear  ; 
Come  the  hour  when  faith  shall  tell  us  — 

He  is  risen  ;   He  is  here. 


166  Elim^  or  Hymns. 

Agnus  Dei,  we  are  guilty ; 

Panis  Vitae,  we  are  faint ; 
But  Thou  didst  not  rise  at  Easter 

To  be  deaf  to  our  complaint ; 
Come,  oh  come,  to  cleanse  and  feed  us, 

Breathing  peace  and  kindling  love, 
Till  Thy  Paschal  blessings  bear  us 

To  the  Feast  of  feasts  above. 


^t  ^cenbeb  into  J^caticit* 


ASCENSION. 


IIIFT  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  : 
Behold,  the  King  of  Glory  waits, 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 

The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here  ; 

Life  and  salvation  doth  He  bring, 

Rejoice  aloud,  and  gladly  sing. 


Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart ; 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 
Froln  earthly  use,  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy  ; 
So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in, 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin. 


Redeemer,  come  !   we  open  wide 

Our  hearts  to  Thee  ;  here,  Lord,  abide  ! 


1 68  Elim^  or  Hymns. 

Let  us  Thy  inner  presence  feel. 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  us  reveal  : 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  the  glorious  crown  be  won  ! 


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<&oo  tfje  father  SWmigfpp. 


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THE  CEASELESS  INTERCESSION. 


I1ATHER  of  Love,  who  didst  not  spare 

For  us  Thine  only  Son, 
"  Oh,  look  on  Him,  and  hear  the  prayer 
Of  Thy  poor  suppliant  one  — 


Behold  His  pierced  hands  and  feet, 
Pleading  for  us  e'en  now  \ 

Behold  that  wounded  heart  so  sweet  ; 
Behold,  upon^His  brow, 


The  traces  of  the  thorny  crown  ; 

Behold  the  stripes  He  bore  ; 
By  these,  He  claims  us  for  His  own- 

His  own,  for  evermore. 

Oh,  look  on  Him,  and  let  the  cry 
Of  this  our  Brother's  blood, 


170  £Iimy  or  Hymns 

Who,  guiltless,  for  our  guilt  did  die, 
Ascend  to  Thee  our  God. 


Clothed  in  His  raiment  we  appear, 
Kneeling  before  His  throne, 

Besprinkled  with  that  blood  so  dear 
The  garment  Thou  wilt  own. 

And  for  its  sake,  the  sinner  vile 
Thus  made  Thy  wedding  guest, 

E'en  such  an  one  as  her,  erewhile 
By  seven  fiends  possessed. 

No  depths  of  sin  can  drown  that  love, 

No  water  quench  its  fire  : 
Desponding  soul,  arise,  and  prove 

Its  might,  its  strong  desire  : 

Come,  yea  in  lowliest  confidence, 
Approach  in  Jesu's  name  ; 

Greater  His  love  than  all  offence  — 
Father,  that  love  we  claim. 

Bending  before  Thine  altar  low, 

We  offer  it  to  Thee  : 
The  purest  offering  earth  can  know, 

Or  heaven  look  down  to  see. 


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HOMEWARD  GUIDE. 

jlESU  !  guide  our  way 
To  eternal  day  ! 
So  shall  we,  no  more  delaying, 
Follow  Thee,  Thy  voice  obeying  ; 
Lead  us  by  Thy  hand 
To  our  Father's  land  ! 

When  we  danger  meet, 

Steadfast  make  our  feet! 
Lord,  preserve  us  uncomplaining 
'Mid  the  darkness  round  us  reigning ! 

Through  adversity 

Lies  our  way  to  Thee. 

Order  all  our  way 

Through  this  mortal  day  ; 
In  our  toil  with  aid  be  near  us  ; 
In  our  need  with  succor  cheer  us  ; 

When  life's  course  is  o'er, 

Open  Thou  the  door  ! 


ftmn  fymtt  ^t  gtyaW  come  to  Sfufcge 
tfje  <&mth  anii  tfje  2Dea&* 


THE   LORD'S    KNOCKING. 


HE  night  is  far  spent,  and  the  day  is  at 
hand, 
There   are    signs   in   the    heaven,   and 
signs  on  the  land, 
In   the  wavering   earth,  and  the  drouth  of  the 

sea  — 
But  He  stands  and  He  knocks,  sinner,  nearer  to 
thee. 

His  night-winds  but  whisper  until  the  day  break 
To  the  Bride,  for  in  slumber  her  heart  is  awake  : 
He  must  knock  at  the  sleep  where  the  revellers 

toss 
With  the  dint  of  the  nails  and  the  shock  of  the 

cross. 


Elirri)  or  Hymns.  173 

Look  out  at  the  casement ;  see  how  He  appears  ; 
Still  weeping  for  thee  all  Gethsemane's  tears  ; 
Ere  they  plait  Him  earth's  thorns,  in  its  solitude 

crowned, 
With  the  drops  of  the  night  and  the  dews  of  the 

ground. 

Will  you  wait  ?  Will  you  slumber  until  He  is 

gone, 
Till  the  beam  of  the  timber  cry  out  to  the  stone  ; 
Till  He  shout  at  thy  sepulchre,  tear  it  apart, 
*  And  knock  at  the  dust,  who  would  speak  to  thy 

heart  ? 


174  Elirn^  or  Hymns 


HOW   LONG? 

"  Hoew  long,  Lord,  *wilt  7%ou  hide  Thyself?  forever? 
Return,  O  Lord,  hoiv  long  ?  M  —  Ps.  lxxxix.  46  ;  xc.  13. 

OW   long,   O   Lord,  in   weariness  and 
sorrow, 
Must   Thy   poor  people  tread  the  pil- 
grim road, 
Mourning  to-day  and  fearing  for  to-morrow,  — 
Finding  no  place  of  rest,  no  sure  abode  ?  —     a 

Sighing  o'er  faded  flowers  and  cisterns  broken  ; 

Gazing  on  setting  suns,  that  rise  no  more  ; 
Listening  to  sad  farewells,  and  last  words  spoken 

By  loved  ones  leaving  us  on  Jordan's  shore ! 

How  long,  through  snares  of  error  and  temp- 
tation, 
Shall  noblest  spirits  stumble  on  their  way  ? 
How    long,   through   darkening  storms  of  trib- 
ulation, 
Must  we  press  forward  to  eternal  day  ? 

/ 
How  long  shall  passing  faults  and  trifles  sever 
Hearts  that  have  known  affection's  holy  tie  ? 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  175 

When  shall  the  slanderer's  tale  be  hushed   for- 
ever, 
And  brethren  see  in  all  things  eye  to  eye  ? 

How  long  shall  last  the   night  of  toil   and  sad- 
ness, 
The    midnight  hour   of   gloomy   doubts    and 
fears  ? 

When    shall  it   dawn,   that   promised    morn    of 
gladness, 

When  Thine  own  hand   shall   wipe  away  our 
tears  ? 

How  long,  O  Lord  ?     Our  hearts  are  sad  and 
weary, 
Our  voices  join  the  whole  creation's  groan  ; 
With  eager  gaze  we  watch  for  Thine  appearing, 
When    wilt    Thou    come    again,    and    claim 
Thine  own  ? 

Return  !   return !  come  in  Thy  power  and  glory, 

With  all  Thy  risen  saints  and  angel  throng  ; 
Bring    to    a    close    Time's    strange,  mysterious 
story,  — 
How  long  dost  Thou  delay,  —  O  Lord,  how 
long  ? 


ij6  EIimy  or  Hymns 

BEHOLD,   THE    BRIDEGROOM   COMETH. 
REJOICE,  rejoice,  believers  ! 


And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 
The  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising; 

And  soon  will  He  draw  nigh  : 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil  ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go,  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 

Oh  !   wise  and  holy  virgins, 
Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 

Till,  in  your  jubilations, 
Ye  meet  the  angel-choir. 


of  Holy  Refreshment. 

The  Marriage  Feast  is  waiting, 
The  gates  wide  open  stand  \ 

Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 
The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesu,  now  appear, 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  looked  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  our  redemption, 

And  ever  be  with  Thee  ! 


T77 


1/8  Elim,  or  Hymns 


HYMN   FOR   ADVENT. 

HEN  Jesus  came  to  earth  of  old, 
He  came  in  weakness  and  in  woe  ; 
He  wore  no  form  of  angel  mould, 
But  took  our  nature  poor  and  low. 

But  when  He  cometh  back  once  more, 

There  shall  be  set  the  Great  White  Throne, 

And  earth  and  heaven  shall  flee  before 
The  face  of  Him  that  sits  thereon. 

O  Son  of  God,  in  glory  crowned, 

The  Judge  ordained  of  quick  and  dead  ; 

O  Son  of  man,  so  pitying  found 

For  all  the  tears  Thy  people  shed  ;  — 

Be  with  us  in  this  darkened  place, 

This  weary,  restless,  dangerous  night ; 

And  teach,  O  teach  us  by  Thy  grace 
To  struggle  onward  into  light. 

And  since  in  God's  recording  book 
Our  sins  are  written  every  one,  — 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  179 

The  crime,  the  wrath,  the  wandering  look, 
The  good  we  knew,  and  left  undone  ;  — 

Lord,  ere  the  last  dread  trumpet  sound, 
And  ere  before  Thy  face  we  stand, 

Look  Thou  on  each  accusing  word, 
And  blot  it  with  Thy  bleeding  hand. 

And  by  the  love  that  brought  Thee  here, 
And  by  the  Cross,  and  by  the  grave, 

Give  perfect  love  for  conscious  fear, 
And  in  the  Day  of  Judgment  save. 

And  lead  us  on,  while  here  we  stray, 
And  make  us  love  our  heavenly  home  ; 

Till  from  our  hearts  we  learn  to  say, 
"  Even  so,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come." 


i8o  Elimy  or  Hymns 


THE   BLESSED   HOPE. 


OME,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come ! 
Lo,  Thy  Church  with  longing  eye 
Lifts  her  blended  voices  high, 
Not  a  lip  is  dumb. 

They  who  sow  with  many  a  tear 
In  the  dry  and  stubborn  soil, 
Mourning  ask  from  out  their  toil,  — 
"  Master,  art  Thou  near  ?  " 

Watchers  of  the  weary  night, 
While  they  pace  their  lonely  round, 
Listen  for  the  trumpet's  sound,  — 
Seek  the  dawning  light. 

When  shall  lighten  forth  Thy  sign 
Through  the  heavens  ?     O  Lord,  how  long  ? 
When,  amid  the  radiant  throng, 
Shall  Thy  coming  shine? 


of  Holy  Refreshment,  1 8 1 


EVEN   SO   COME,  LORD   JESUS. 

OME,  Lord,  and  tarry  not ; 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day  ; 
Oh,  why  these  years    of  waiting 
here, 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

Come,  for  Thy  saints  still  wait ; 

Daily  ascends  their  sigh  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come  : 

Dost  Thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

Come,  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  Thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 

These  ages  of  delay. 

Come,  for  Thy  Israel  pines, 

An  exile  from  Thy  fold  ; 
O  call  to  mind  Thy  faithful  word, 

And  bless  them  as  of  old. 


1 82  Elim,  or  Hymns 

Come,  for  love  waxes  cold, 
Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 

Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief, 

Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

Come,  for  the  corn  is  ripe, 

Put  in  Thy  sickle  now, 
Reap  the  great  harvest  of  the  earth  ; 

Sower  and  reaper  Thou  ! 

Come,  in  Thy  glorious  might, 
Come  with  the  iron  rod, 

Scattering  Thy  foes  before  Thy  face, 
Most  mighty  Son  of  God. 

Come,  and  make  all  things  new, 
Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 

Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth. 

Come,  and  begin  Thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace  ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  Thyself, 

Great  King  of  Righteousness. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  183 


SURELY   I   COME   QUICKLY. 

'ER  the  distant  mountains  breaking, 
Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day, 
Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking, 
Rise  and  sing,  and  watch  and  pray  : 

'T  is  thy  Saviour 
On  His  bright  returning  way. 

O  Thou  long-expected,  weary 

Waits  mine  anxious  soul  for  Thee, 

Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see  ; 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me  ? 

Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand, 

Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  Thee  till  I  stand, 

O  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land. 


184  Mini)  or  Hymns 


LIGHTED   LAMPS. 

jjOON    will    the    heavenly    Bridegroom 
come  ; 
s==^     Ye  wedding-guests,  draw  near, 
And  slumber  not  in  sin  when  He, 

The  Son  of  God,  is  here. 
With  lighted  lamps  and  oil  in  store 

Let  every  guest  advance, 
Nor  shrink  ashamed  in  trembling  awe 
From  His  bright  countenance. 

Come,  let  us  haste  to  meet  our  Lord, 

And  hail  Him  with  delight, 
Who  saved  us  by  His  precious  blood, 

And  sorrows  infinite  : 
Beside  Him  all  the  patriarchs  old, 

And  holy  prophets  stand, 
The  glorious  apostolic  choir, 

The  noble  martyr-band. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  185 

As  brethren  dear  they  welcome  us, 

And  lead  us  to  the  throne, 
Where  angels  bow  their  veiled  heads 

Before  the  Three  in  One ; 
Where  we,  with  all  the  saints  of  Christ, 

A  white-robed  multitude, 
Shall  praise  the  ascended  Lord,  who  deigns 

To  wear  our  flesh  and  blood. 


x86  Elim^  or  Hymns. 


THE    SECOND    ADVENT. 

Y  Christ  redeemed,  in  Christ  restored, 
We  keep  the  memory  adored, 
And  show  the  death  of  our  dear  Lord, 

Until  He  come. 


His  fearful  drops  of  agony, 
His  life-blood  shed  for  us  we  see  — 
The  wine  shall  tell  the  mystery, 
Until  He  come. 

Until  the  trump  of  God  be  heard, 
Until  the  ancient  graves  be  stirred, 
And  with  the  great  commanding  word, 
The  Lord  shall  come. 

O  blessed  hope,  with  this  elate 
Let  not  our  hearts  be  desolate, 
But  strong  in  faith,  in  patience  wait, 
Until  He  come. 


31  Mictoe  in  tfje  ^olp  <&§*&. 


A    LITANY    TO    THE    HOLY    GHOST. 

HEN  the  house  doth  sigh  and  weep, 
And  the  world  is  drown'd  in  sleep, 
Yet  mine  eyes  the  watch  do  keep, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me  ! 


When  the  passing  bell  doth  toll, 
And  the  furies  in  a  shoal 
Come  to  fright  a  parting  soul, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me ! 

When  the  flames  and  hellish  cries 
Fright  mine  ears,  and  fright  mine  eyes, 
And  all  terrors  me  surprise, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me  ! 


When  the  Judgment  is  reveal'd, 
And  that  open'd  which  was  seal'd, 
When  to  Thee  I  have  appeal'd, 
Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me  ! 


1 88  EIimy  or  Hymns 


THE  SPIRIT  ALSO   HELPETH   OUR   IN- 
FIRMITIES. 

HEN  across  the  inward  thought 
Comes  the  emptiness  of  life, 
And  it  seems  that  earth  has  nought 
But  a  vain  and  weary  strife  : 

All  to  do,  and  nothing  done, 

Useless  days  fast  fleeting  by, 
Wanderings  many,  progress  none, 

Faltering  steps  by  fountains  dry  : 

Shall  we,  in  that  hapless  mood, 
Fainting  fall  beside  the  way  ? 

Help  us  Giver  of  all  good ! 

Teach  Thy  wretched  ones  to  pray. 

Thou  that  with  the  Father  art 

One  in  power,  in  glory  One, 
Yet  within  the  trusting  heart 

Bearest  witness  with  the  Son  : 

Oh,  forgive  our  faithless  mind, 
Raise  us  from  our  low  estate, 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  189 

Breathe  in  us  the  will  to  find 
Higher  life  in  small  and  great! 

Give  us  watchful  eyes  and  clear, 
Purged  from  the  scales  of  sense, 

Seeing  still  the  Master  near, 
And  the  City  far  from  hence. 

Higher  lead  our  love  and  faith, 

Lower  our  humility  ; 
Let  the  words  that  Jesus  saith 

Be  illumined  all  by  Thee ! 

And  in  them  let  us  discern, 

Calming  all  our  sinful  strife, 
While  our  hearts  within  us  burn, 

Him,  the  Word,  the  Truth,  the  Life  ! 


19°  Elim,  or  Hymns. 


LEAD   ME   AND   GUIDE   ME. 

j]EAD,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling 
gloom, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  way  ;  one  step  's  enough  for  me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Wouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  see  and  choose  my  path,  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years. 

So  long  Thy  power  hath  kept  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on  ! 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since  and  lost  awhile  ! 


€fje  i^olp  Catholic  €|)urtf)* 


DAILY  SERVICE   OF   THE  CHURCH. 

"Jnd  it  came  to  pass,  when  Moses  held  up  bis  hand, 
*hat  Israel  prevailed" — Exod.  xvii.  II. 

N  red  Rephidim's  battle-plain 
The  banners  sank  and  rose  again  ; 
The  tumult  of  the  wild  affray 
Rolled  round  to  Horeb's  mountain  gray, 
Rolled  down  to  thirsty  Meribah, 

As  Israel's  host  swept  past, 
And  Amalelc's  fierce  battle-cry 
Came  surging  up  the  blast. 


Above  the  strife  the  leader  hung 
With  hands  upraised,  and  suppliant  tongue, 
And  still  his  wearied  arm  was  stayed, 
And  still  the  unceasing  prayer  was  prayed, 
Till  evening  held  the  setting  sun 

Wrapt  in  her  mantle  pale, 
And  Amalek,  and  all  his  host, 

Rushed,  routed,  down  the  vale. 


*9*  EIimy  or  Hymns 

Then  ask  us  not  why,  day  by  day, 
The  same  sweet  morning  prayers  we  say  ; 
Why,  night  by  night,  our  even-song 
Peals  in  the  same  soft  strain  along  ; 
Why  children  seek  the  mother's  knee 

At  eve  to  lisp  their  prayer, 
While  lingers  rosy-fingered  sleep 

O'er  their  fringed  eyelids  fair. 

Nor  say,  cc  Ye  vex  God's  patient  ear, 
And  vain  the  strains  that  linger  here, — 
A  soulless  form,  a  weary  round, 
A  cry  that  hath  no  echoing  sound  ;  — 
Ye  hear  no  voice,  ye  see  no  sign, 

Adown  heaven's  crystal  stair; 
No  white-robed  angels  gliding  bring 

An  answer  to  your  prayer." 

Nay,  but  God  loves  the  constant  cry ; 

He  wills  the  words  should  never  die 

That  speak  our  needs.     Prayer  pushes  prayer 

Up  into  heaven's  sublimer  air ; 

There  round  the  throne  eternally 

They  pass  and  still  repass  ; 
Our  whispers  are  the  airs  that  breathe 

Above  the  sea  of  glass. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  193 

Within  His  temple-shrine  of  old 
He  bade  the  priests  their  watches  hold  \ 
Still  through  the  carven  cedar  flowers 
The  deep  chant  swelled  at  solemn  hours  , 
Still,  day  by  day,  the  incense  burning 

Crushed  out  its  odors  sweet ; 
Still,  morn  and  eve,  the  lamps  were  lighted 

Before  the  mercy-seat. 

And  Nature,  with  her  quiet  force 
Of  powers  that  keep  their  ordered  course, 
And  circle  on,  we  know  not  why, 
Doth  teach  a  hidden  rule  more  high  : 
The  dews  may  drop  to  feed  the  earth, 

But  why  should  planets  glow? 
Why  should  the  golden  daisy-cups 

Look  yearly  from  below  ? 

Yet,  night  by  night,  so  calmly  pale, 
The  stars  through  heaven's  blue  ocean  sail  ; 
Yet,  year  by  year,  like  scattered  beads, 
The*  wild  flowers  come  to  deck  our  meads. 
All  have  their  places  and  their  parts 

In  heaven's  sublime  decrees, 
And  words,  that  seem  to  wander  wide, 

Shall  find  their  end  like  these. 
J3 


194  Elim,  or  Hymns 


ON  HEARING  WEEK-DAY   SERVICE    AT 
WESTMINSTER    ABBEY,  Sept.    1858. 

jjROM  England's  gilded  halls  of  state 
I  crossed  the  Western  Minster's  gate, 
And,  'mid  the  tombs  of   England's 
dead, 
I  heard  the  Holy  Scriptures  read. 

The  walls  around,  and  pillared  piers, 
Had  stood  wellnigh  eight  hundred  years ; 
The  words  the  priest  gave  forth  had  stood 
Since  Christ,  and  since  before  the  Flood. 

A  thousand  hearts  around  partook 

The  comfort  of  the  Holy  Book  ; 

Ten  thousand  suppliant  hands  were  spread 

In  lifted  stone  above  my  head. 

In  dust  decayed  the  hands  are  gon6 

That  fed  and  set  the  builders  on  ; 

In  heedless  dust  the  fingers  lie 

That  hewed  and  heaved  the  stones  on  high  ; 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  195 

And  back  to  earth  and  air  resolved 

The  brain  that  planned  and  poised  the  vault : 

But  undecayed,  erect,  and  fair, 

To  Heaven  ascends  the  builded  Prayer, 

With  majesty  of  strength  and  size, 
With  glory  of  harmonious  dyes, 
With  holy  airs  of  heavenward  thought 
From  floor  to  roof  divinely  fraught. 

Fall  down,  ye  bars  :  enlarge,  my  soul ! 
To  heart's  content  take  in  the  whole  ; 
And,  spurning  pride's  injurious  thrall, 
With  loyal  love  embrace  them  all ! 

For  in  the  presence  vast  and  good 
That  bends  o'er  all  our  livelihood, 
With  humankind  in  heavenly  cure, 
We  all  are  like  :  we  all  are  poor. 

And  sure,  God's  poor  shall  never  want 
For  service  meet  or  seemly  chant ; 
And  for  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
A  fitting  place  shall  still  be  found  ; 

Whether  the  organ's  solemn  tones 

Thrill  through  the  dust  of  warriors'  bones, 


196  Elirrij  or  Hymns 

Or  voices  of  the  village  choir 
From  swallow-haunted  eaves  aspire  ; 

Or,  sped  with  healing  on  its  wings, 
The  Word  solicit  ears  of  kings, 
Or  stir  the  souls,  in  moorland  glen, 
Of  kingless  covenanted  men. 

Enough  for  Thee,  indulgent  Lord, 
The  willing  ear  to  hear  Thy  Word  ; 
And,  time  and  place  to  match,  the  tale 
For  willing  ears  shall  never  fail. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  197 


JACOB'S   LADDER. 

H  many  a  time  we  look  on  starlit  nights 
Up  to  the  sky,  as  Jacob  did  of  old 
Look  longing  up  to  the  eternal  lights 
To  spell  their  lines  in  gold. 

But  never  more,  as  to  the  Hebrew  boy, 
Each  on  his  way  the  angels  walk  abroa'3  j 

Arid  never  more  we  hear  with  awful  joy, 
The  audible  voice  of  God. 

Yet,  to  pure  eyes  the  ladder  still  is  set, 
And  angel  visitants  still  come  and  go, 

Many  bright  messengers  are  moving  yet 
From  the  dark  world  below. 

Thoughts,  that  are  red-crossed  faith's  outspread- 
ing wings, — 
Prayers  of  the  Church,  are  keeping  time  and 
tryst,— 
Heart-wishes,  making  bee-like  murmurings, 
Their  flower  the  Eucharist. 


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Spirits  elect,  through  suffering  rendered  meet 
For  those  high   mansions  -y  from  the  nursery 
door, 
Bright  babes  that  climb  up  with  their  clay-cold 
feet, 
Unto  the  golden  door. 

These  are  the  messengers,  forever  wending 
From  earth  to  heaven,  that  faith  alone  may 
scan  ; 

These  are  the  angels  of  our  God,  ascending 
Upon  the  Son  of  Man. 


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THE   LORD'S   DAY. 

jlRESH  glides  the  brook  and  blows  the 
gale, 
Yet  yonder  halts  the  quiet  mill ! 
The  whining  wheel,  the  rushing  sail, 
How  motionless  and  still  ! 

Six  days  of  toil,  poor  child  of  Cain, 

Thy  strength  the  slave  of  Want  may  be  ; 

The  seventh  thy  limbs  escape  the  chain,  — 
A  God  hath  made  thee  free  ! 

Ah,  tender  was  the  Law  that  gave 

This  holy  respite  to  the  breast, 
To  breathe  the  gale,  to  watch  the  wave, 

And  know  — •  the  wheel  may  rest ! 

But  when  the  waves  the  gentlest  glide 
What  image  charms,  to  lift  thine  eyes  ? 

The  spire  reflected  on  the  tide 
Invites  thee  to  the  skies. 


200  E/im,  or  Hymns. 

To  teach  the  soul  its  nobler  worth 
This  rest  from  mortal  toils  is  given  j 

Go,  snatch  the  brief  reprieve  from  earth 
And  pass  a  guest  to  heaven. 

They  tell  thee  in  their  dreaming  school, 
Of  Power  from  old  dominion  hurled, 

When  rich  and  poor,  with  juster  rule, 
Shall  share  the  altered  world. 

Alas  !  since  Time  itself  began, 

That  fable  hath  but  fooled  the  hour  ; 

Each  age  that  ripens  Power  in  Man, 
But  subjects  Man  to  Power. 

Yet  every  day  in  seven,  at  least, 

One  bright  republic  shall  be  known  ; — 

Man's  world  awhile  hath  surely  ceast, 
When  God  proclaims  His  own ! 

Six  days  may  Rank  divide  the  poor, 
O  Dives,  from  thy  banquet-hall ; 

The  seventh  the  Father  opes  the  door, 
And  holds  His  feast  for  all  ! 


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HYMN    FOR    ALL   SAINTS'    DAY. 

OR  all  who  in  Thy  steadfast  faith, 
jv.  And  godly  fear,  and  earnest  love, 

Have  from  this  life  departed, 
We  bless  Thy  holy  Name ! 
"  Blessed  are  they,"  the  Spirit  saith : 
They  rest  from  all  their  toils,  above,  — 
The  tried  and  faithful-hearted, 
Whether  through  martyr  flame, 
By  Christ  supported  in  the  strife, 
They  upward  soared  to  endless  life, 

Or  with  all  bodily  gladness  dimmed 
They  lingered  on  in  long  disease, 
Yet,  in  their  chamber  lying, 

Have  found  the  gate  of  Heaven 
Most  nigh,  and  there  Thy  praise  have  hymned 
In  strains  that  might  an  Angel  please, 


202  Elim^  or  Hymns 

And  in  such  peaceful  dying, 
Like  to  the  sun  at  even, 
In  solemn  radiance  closed  their  day, 
To  rise  again  with  brighter  ray. 

For  many  ways  hast  Thou,  O  Lord! 

Of  bringing  those  Thou  lovest  home  ; 

Some  Thou  hast  swiftly  stricken 

With  unexpected  dart :  — 
And  some  beneath  the  unsparing  sword, 
And  some  have  gasped  in  ocean's  foam 
The  spirit  that  shall  quicken 

Again  the  lifeless  heart, 
When,  at  the  Archangel's  trumpet  blown, 
They  all  shall  stand  before  Thy  throne. 

Then  shall  the  great  and  countless  throng, 
In  solemn  joy,  with  one  accord, 

Honor  and  glory  giving 

To  Him  Who  sitteth  there, 
Raise  high  the  new  triumphant  song, 
"  O  holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord 

Jesus  forever  living, 

Through  Whom  alone  we  dare 
Approach  the  throne,  Thou  art  the  same 
Who  died.     We  bless  Thy  holy  Name."  . 


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THE    BURIAL   OF   MOSES. 

"  And  He  buried  him  in  a  nj alley  in  the  land  of  Moab, 
over  against  Beth-Peor :  but  no  man  knoiveth  of  his 
sepulchre  unto  this  day."  —  Deut.  xxxiv.  6. 

WY  Nebo's  lonely  mountain, 

On  this  side  Jordan's  wave, 
In  a  vale  in  the  land  of  Moab 
There  lies  a  lonely  grave. 
And  no  man  knows  that  sepulchre, 

And  no  man  saw  it  e'er, 
For  the  angels  of  God  upturned  the  sod, 
And  laid  the  dead  man  there. 

That  was  the  grandest  funeral 

That  ever  passed  on  earth  ; 
But  no  man  heard  the  trampling, 

Or  saw  the  train  go  forth  — 
Noiselessly  as  the  daylight 

Comes  back  when  night  is  done, 
And  the  crimson  streak  on  ocean's  cheek 

Grows  into  the  great  sun  ;* 


204  Elim7  or  Hymns 

Noiselessly  as  the  spring-time 

Her  crown  of  verdure  weaves. 
And  all  the  trees  on  all  the  hills 

Open  their  thousand  leaves  ; 
So  without  sound  of  music, 

Or  voice  of  them  that  wept, 
Silently  down  from  the  mountain's  crown, 

The  great  procession  swept. 

Perchance  the  bald  old  eagle, 

On  gray  Beth-Peor's  height, 
Out  of  his  lonely  eyrie 

Looked  on  the  wondrous  sight ; 
Perchance  the  lion  stalking 

Still  shuns  that  hallow'd  spot, 
For  beast  and  bird  have  seen  and  heard 

That  which  man  knoweth  not. 

But  when  the  warrior  dieth, 

His  comrades  in  the  war, 
With  arms  reversed  and  muffled  drum, 

Follow  his  funeral  car  ; 
They  show  the  banners  taken, 

They  tell  his  battles  won, 
And  after  him  lead  his  masterless  steed, 

While- peals  the  minute  gun. 


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Amid  the  noblest  of  the  land, 

We  lay  the  sage  to  rest, 
And  give  the  bard  an  honored  place, 

With  costly  marble  drest, 
In  the  great  minster  transept, 

Where  lights  like  glories  fall, 
And  the  organ  rings,  and  the  sweet  choir  sings, 

Along  the  emblazoned  wall. 

This  was  the  truest  warrior 

That  ever  buckled  sword  $ 
This,  the  most  gifted  poet 

That  ever  breathed  a  word  ; 
And  never  earth's  philosopher 

Traced  with  his  golden  pen 
On  the  deathless  page  truths  half  so  sage 

As  he  wrote  down  for  men. 

And  had  he  not  high  honor, — 

The  hill-side  for  a  pall, 
To  lie  in  state,  while  angels  wait 

With  stars  for  tapers  tall, 
And  the  dark  rock-pines,  like  tossing  plumes, 

Over  his  bier  to  wave, 
And  God's  own  hand  in  that  lonely  land 

To  lay  him  in  the  grave  ? 


206  Elirriy  or  Hymns 

In  that  strange  grave  without  a  name, 

Whence  his  uncoffined  clay 
Shall  break  again,  O  wondrous  thought! 

Before  the  Judgment  Day, 
And  stand  with  glory  wrapped  around 

On  the  hills  he  never  trod, 
And  speak  of  the  strife,  that  won  our  life, 

With  the  Incarnate  Son  of  God. 

O  lonely  grave  in  Moab's  land  ! 

O  dark  Beth-Peor's  hill  ! 
Speak  to  these  curious  hearts  of  ours, 

And  teach  them  to  be  still. 
God  hath  His  mysteries  of  grace, 

Ways  that  we  cannot  tell  \ 
He  hides  them  deep,  like  the  hidden  sleep 

Of  him  He  loved  so  well. 


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VISION    FROM  THE   APOCALYPSE. 


SAW  again.    Behold  !   Heaven's  open 

door ; * 
Behold!     a    throne, —  the     Seraphim 
stood  o'er  it,  — 
The  white-robed  elders  fell  upon  the  floor, 
And  flung  their  crowns  before  it. 

I  saw  a  wondrous  book —  an  angel  strong  f 
To   Heaven   and   earth   proclaimed   his   loud 
appeals  — 
But  a  hush  passed  across  the  seraph's  song, 
For  none  might  loose  the  seals. 

Then,  fast  as  rain  to  death-cry  of  the  year, 
Tears    of  St.    John   to    that    sad    cry   were 
given  ;  J 
It  was  a  wondrous  thing  to  see  a  tear 
Fall  on  the  floor  of  Heaven. 

*  Rev.  iv.  f  Rev.  v.  2, 

+  Rev.  v.  4. 


208  Elim^  or  Hymns 

And  a  sweet  voice  said,  "  Weep  not  ;  where- 
fore fails, 
Eagle  of  God,  thy  heart,  the  high  and  leal  ? 
The  Lion  out  of  Judah's  tribe  prevails 
To  loose  the  sevenfold  seal." 

'T  was  Israel's  voice,  and  straightway  up  above 
Stood  in  the  midst  a  wondrous  Lamb,  snow- 
white,* 
Heart-wounded  with  the  deep,  sweet  wounds  of 
love, 
Eternal,  infinite. 

Then  rose  the  song  no  ear  had  heard  before ; 
Then,  from  the  white-robed  throng,  high  an- 
them woke  ; 
And  fast  as  spring  tide  on  the  sealess  shore, 
The  Hallelujahs  broke. 

Who  dreams  of  God  when  passionate  youth  is 
nigh, 
When  first  life's  weary  waste  his  feet  have 
trod  — 
Who  seeth  angels'  footfalls  in  the  sky, 
Working  the  works  of  God  ; 

*Rev.  v.  6. 


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His  sun  shall  fade  as  gently  as  it  rose, 

Through  the  dark  woof  of  death's  approach- 
ing night ; 
His  faith  shall  shoot,  at  life's  prophetic  close,* 
Some  threads  of  golden  light. 

For  him  the  silver  ladder  shall  be  set  — 

His  Saviour  shall  receive  his  latest  breath  — 
He  walketh  to  a  fadeless  coronet, 

Up  through  the  gate  of  death! 

*Heb.  xi.  13. 


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210  Ellmy  or  Hymns 


WHITE    ROBES    AND    PALMS. 

HAT  countless  crowd  on  Sion  stands  ? 
Gather'd  from  every  land  and  tongue, 
The  palm-branch  waving  in  their  hands, 
The  white  robes  round  them  flung. 

These  out  of  tribulation  came  ; 

On  earth  the  thorny  crown  they  wore  ; 
Believing,  they  confess'd  His  name 

Whose  cross  they  meekly  bore. 

In  the  Lamb's  life-blood  wash'd  they  white 
Their  robes,  ingrain'd  with  sin  and  woe, 

Now  round  the  glory-seat  in  light, 
Purer  they  shine  than  snow. 

Lord,  when  thy  faithful  ones  indeed 
Low  by  remember'd  sin  are  bow'd, 

From  realms  where  ransom'd  sinners  lead 
Thy  choir,  roll  back  the  cloud. 


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Show  them,  in  bliss  before  Thy  throne, 
Meek  tremblers  once  at  sin's  just  doom, 

Who,  in  Thy  sacrifice  alone, 

Found  hope  from  wrath  to  come. 

Sinners  no  more,  in  Thee  complete, 
Their  Saviour's  love  to  man  they  sing; 

While  angels,  listening,  learn  to  greet 
With  newer  praise  their  King. 


212  J3Iim>  or  Hymns 


BEFORE   THE    THRONE. 


jlARK  the  sound  of  holy  voices, 
Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Lord,  to  Thee. 
Multitude  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars,  in  glory  stands, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 
Palms  of  victory  in  their  hands. 

Patriarch,  and  holy  prophet, 

Who  prepared  the  way  of  Christ, 
King,  apostle,  saint,  and  martyr, 

Confessor,  evangelist, 
Saintly  maiden,  godly  matron, 

Widows  who  have  watched  to  prayer, 
Joined  in  holy  concert,  singing 

To  the  Lord  of  all,  are  there. 


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They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And  have  wash'd  their  robes  in  blood, 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus  ; 

Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood ; 
Mocked,  imprisoned,  stoned,  tormented, 

Sawn  asunder,  slain  with  sword, 
They  have  conquered  Death  and  Satan, 

By  the  might  of  Christ  the  Lord. 

Marching  with  Thy  cross  their  banner, 

They  have  triumphed,  following 
Thee,  the  Captain  of  Salvation, 

Thee,  their  Saviour  and  their  King : 
Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  suffered  ; 

Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died  ; 
And  by  death  to  life  immortal 

They  were  born,  and  glorified. 

Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 

Holy  bliss  and  infinite ; 
Love  and  peace  they  taste  forever  ; 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 

Of  the  blessed  Trinity. 


214  Elim^  or  Hymns 

God  of  God,  the  One-begotten, 

Light  of  Light,  Emmanuel, 
In  whose  body  joined  together, 

All  the  saints  forever  dwell ; 
Pour  upon  us  of  Thy  fulness, 

That  we  may  for  evermore 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  and 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  adore. 


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"THAT   WHERE   I    AM  YE   MAY  BE 
ALSO." 

jOVE  craves  the  presence  and  the  sight 
Of  all  its  well-beloved  ; 
And  therefore  weep  we  in  the  homes 
Whence  they  are  far  removed  ; 
Love  craves  the  presence  and  the  sight 

Of  each  beloved  one  ; 
And  therefore  Jesus  spake  the  word 
Which  call'd  them  to  the  throne. 

Thus  heaven  is  gathering,  one  by  one, 

In  its  capacious  breast, 
All  that  is  pure  and  permanent, 

And  beautiful  and  blest ; 
The  family  is  scatter'd  yet, 

Though  of  one  home  and  heart ; 
Part  militant  in  earthly  gloom, 

In  heavenly  glory  part. 


2l6  Elirri)  or  Hymns 

But  who  can  speak  the  rapture,  when 

The  number  is  complete, 
And  all  the  children  sunder'd  now, 

Around  one  Father  meet  ? 
One  fold,  one  Shepherd,  pne  employ, 

One  everlasting  Home  : 
"  Lo  !  I  come  quickly  :  "  Even  so  j 

Amen  !  Lord  Jesus,  come. 


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ATHANASIUS. 

Athanasius  contra  Mundum. 

HE    world    against  me,   I    against   the 
world  : 
Strange  words  for  him   who  just  now 
stood 
On  Alexandria's  throne  and  hurled 

His  thunders  as  he  would. 
But  rock  is  not  less  rock,  though  forced  at  last 

To  fall  before  the  beating  sea  ; 
Nor  may  I  be  the  less  myself  though  cast 
Away  from  majesty. 

God's  truth  I  stand  on,  can  I  need  a  throne  ? 

Or  bishop's  vesture,  if  I  feel 
His  mercy  wrap  me  with  a  warmth  its  own, 

While  at  His  feet  I  kneel  ? 
No,  let  them  drive  me  thrice  again  from  sway, 

As  they,  ere  this,  three  times  have  driven, 
So  but  the  Lord  be  at  my  side  alway, 

I  will  deem  exile  heaven. 


2l8  Elim^  or  Hymns. 

They  call  me  haughty,  of  opinion  proud, 

Untaught  to  bend  a  stubborn  will  ; 
Ah  little  dreams  the  shallow-hearted  crowd 

What  thoughts  this  bosom  fill, 
What  loneliness  this  outer  strength  doth  hide, 

What  longing  lies  beneath  this  calm, 
For  human  sympathy  so  long  untried, 

Our  earth's  divinest  balm. 

But  more  than  sympathy  the  truth  I  prize ; 

Above  my  friendships  hold  I  God, 
And  stricken  be  these  feet  ere  they  despise 

The  path  their  Master  trod. 
So  let  my  banner  be  again  unfurled, 

Again  its  cheerless  motto  seen, 
"The  world  against  me,  I  against  the  world  : 9i 

Judge  Thou,  dear  Christ,  between. 


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FAITH. 


AITH  is  a  very  slender  thing, 
Though  little  understood  ; 
It  frees  the  soul  from  death's  dread  sting, 
By  resting  in  the  Blood. 


It  looks  not  on  the  things  around, 
Nor  on  the  things  within  ; 

It  takes  its  flight  to  scenes  above, 
Beyond  the  spheres  of  sin. 

It  sees,  upon  the  throne  of  God, 
A  Victim  that  was  slain  ; 

It  rests  its  all  on  His  shed  blood, 
And  says,  I  'm  born  again. 


Faith  is  not  what  we  feel  or  see ; 
It  is  a  simple  trust 


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In  what  the  God  of  Love  has  said 
Of  Jesus,  as  "  the  Just." 

The  Perfect  One,  that  died  for  me, 
Upon  His  Father's  throne 

Presents  our  names  before  our  God, 
And  pleads  Himself  alone. 

What  Jesus  is,  and  that  alone, 
Is  faith's  delightful  plea  ; 

It  never  deals  with  sinful  self, 
Or  righteous  self,  in  me. 

It  tells  me  I  am  counted  cc  dead  " 
By  God,  in  His  own  Word  ; 

It  tells  me  I  am  born  again 
In  Christ,  my  risen  Lord. 

In  that  He  died,  He  died  to  sin; 

In  that  He  lives  —  to  God  ; 

*Then  I  am  dead  to  nature's  hopes, 

And  justified  through  blood. 

If  He  is  free,  then  I  am  free 
From  all  unrighteousness  ; 


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If  He  is  just,  then  I  am  just : 
He  is  my  Righteousness. 

What  want  I  more  to  perfect  bliss  ? 

A  body  like  His  own 
Will  perfect  me  for  greater  joys 

Than  angels'  round  the  Throne. 


222  Elim^  or  Hymns 


SHE   HATH    DONE   WHAT   SHE   COULD. 

HE  brought  her  box  of  alabaster, 

The  precious  spikenard  filled  the  room 
With  honor  worthy  of  the  Master, 
A  costly,  rare,  and  rich  perfume. 

Her  tears  for  sin  fell  hot  and  thickly 
On  His  dear  feet,  outstretcht  and  bare  ; 

Unconscious  how,  she  wiped  them  quickly 
With  the  long  ringlets  of  her  hair. 

And  richly  fall  those  raven  tresses 
Adown  her  cheek,  like  willow-leaves, 

As  stooping  still,  with  fond  caresses, 
She  plies  her  task  of  love,  and  grieves. 

Oh  may  we  thus,  like  loving  Mary, 

Ever  our  choicest  offerings  bring, 
Nor  grudging  of  our  toil,  nor  chary 

Of  costly  service  to  our  King. 

Methinks  I  hear  from  Christian  lowly 
Some  hallowed  voice  at  evening  rise, 


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Or  quiet  morn,  or  in  the  holy, 

Unclouded  calm  of  Sabbath  skies,  — 

I  bring  my  box  of  alabaster, 

Of  earthly  loves  I  break  the  shrine, 

And  pour  affections,  purer,  vaster, 

On  that  dear  Head,  those  feet  of  Thine. 

The  joys  I  prized,  the  hopes  I  cherisht, 
The  fairest  flowers  my  fancy  wove, 

Behold  my  fondest  idols  perisht, 
Receive  the  incense  of  my  love  ! 

What  though  the  scornful  world,  deriding 
Such  waste  of  love,  of  service,  fears, 

Still  let  me  pour,  through  taunt  and  chiding, 
The  rich  libation  of  my  tears. 

I  bring  my  box  of  alabaster,  — 

Accepted  let  the  offering  rise  ! 
So  grateful  tears  shall  flow  the  faster, 

In  founts  of  gladness,  from  my  eyes  ! 


224  Elirtij  or  Hymns 


BEHOLD,  I  STAND  AT  THE  DOOR  AND 
KNOCK. 

[IN  the  silent  midnight  watches 
List  —  thy  bosom  door  ! 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 
Knocketh  evermore ! 
Say  not  't  is  thy  pulse's  beating  : 

'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin  ; 
*T  is  thy  Saviour  knocks,  and  crieth, 
"  Rise  and  let  Me  in." 

Death  comes  on  with  reckless  footsteps 

To  the  hall  and  hut  ; 
Think  you  Death  will  tarry,  knocking, 

When  the  door  is  shut  ? 
Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth, 

But  the  door  is  fast  j 
Grieved,  away  thy  Saviour  goeth, 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 

Then  't  is  time  to  stand  entreating 
Christ  to  let  thee  in  -, 


of  Holy  Refreshment, 

At  the  gate  of  Heaven  beating, 

Wailing  for  thy  sin. 
Nay,  alas  !  thou  guilty  creature, 

Hast  thou,  then,  forgot  ? 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

Now  He  knows  thee  not. 


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226  Elimy  or  Hymns 


THE   SUN   OF   RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

"  But  unto  you  that  fear  my  Name  shall  the  Sun  of 
Righteousness  arise  ivith  healing  in  His  ivings" —  Mai  . 
iv.  2. 

HE  sick  man  in  his  chamber, 

Through  the  long,  weary  night 
Tossed  on  his  restless  pillow, 
How  longs  he  for  the  light ! 

He  counts  the  hours  that  linger, 

Heavy  with  clouds  and  rain, 
And  a  great  weight  of  darkness 

Lies  on  his  fevered  brain. 

He  hears  the  loud  clock  ticking, 

And  the  owl  hoot  afar ; 
While  glimmers  the  pale  night-light, 

And  fades  the  midnight  star  ; 

Till  eastward  in  the  Heaven 

He  sees  at  last  the  sign, — 
O'er  the  far  purple  mountain 

A  single  silver  line. 


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It  broadens  and  it  deepens 

To  a  sea  of  red  and  gold, 
With  clouds  of  rosy  amber 

Around  its  glory  rolled. 

Till  each  pane  of  his  window 

Is  silvered  o'er  and  o'er, 
And  lines  of  golden  arrows 

Lie  on  the  dusky  floor. 

The  sick  soul  lieth  weary 

In  the  world's  soft  unrest, 
With  clouds  of  care  and  sorrow 

And  weight  of  sins  opprest. 

Out  of  the  night  she  crieth, 

Out  of  the  narrow  room  : 
O  Saviour,  gentle  Saviour, 

Wilt  Thou  not  pierce  the  gloom  ? 

Break  on  this  night  of  longing, 
Where  hand  in  hand  we  grope, 

Through  wastes  of  vain  endeavor, 
'Neath  stars  of  fruitless  hope. 

O'er  the  great  hills  of  sadness 
That  hem  us  darkly  in, 


228  Elim^  or  Hymns 

Rough  with  our  tears  and  losses, 
And  black  with  many  a  sin  ;  — 

Rise,  rise  above  the  mountains, 
With  healing  on  Thy  wings ; 

Break,  break  into  the  chambers, 
Where  pain  in  secret  stings. 

Come  while  the  morning  tarries, 
Our  waiting  eyes  to  bless  ; 

Look  through  the  lowly  lattice, 
Bright  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 

Set  for  the  hearts  that  love  Thee 
Thy  token  up  above,  — 

The  white  rays  of  redemption, 
And  the  red  fire  of  love. 

Out  of  our  gloom  we  call  Thee, 
Out  of  our  helpless  night ; 

Sun  of  the  world,  sweet  Saviour, 
Show  us  Thy  perfect  light. 


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THE    WANDERER. 

•*  /  ha<ve  gone  astray  like  a  sheep  that  is  lost :  O  seek 
Thy  servant ;  for  I  do  not  forget  Thy  commandments." 


AR  from  the  Shepherd's  one  true  Fold 
I  stray, 
In  pathways  all  unknown  ; 

0  dark  and  gloomy  is  the  woful  day 

That  finds  me  here  alone. 

My  hopes  are  blighted  and  my  heart  bereft 

Of  comfort  and  repose, 
Because  the  Shepherd's  blessed  Fold  I  left, 

To  wander  where  I  chose. 

1  sought  more  liberty  and  less  restraint ; 

My  will  I  wished  to  please ; 
And  all  day  long  I  made  a  vain  complaint, 
For  greater  rest  and  ease  ; 

At  last  I  broke  away  and  left  the  flock, 

To  find  a  desert  bare  — 
No   food,   no    cooling   stream,    no    sheltering 
rock,  — 

False  dreams  and  blank  despair. 


230  Elim^  or  Hymns 

Oh  for  the  Fold,  the  blessed  FoM  once  more  ! 

Oh  for  the  Shepherd's  hand, 
To  guide  me  back,  and  lead  me  as  of  yore 

In  verdant  pasture  land  ! 

Oh  seek  me,  tender  Shepherd,  lest  I  die  ; 

Find  me  and  take  me  home  ; 
Once  there  again  in  calm  security, 

My  feet  shall  never  roam. 

Thy  staff  may  strike,  —  I  will  not  shrink  again, 
Or  spurn  Thy  warning  voice, 

Or  seek  a  pathway  without  toil  or  pain, 
Of  mine  own  erring  choice. 

But  in  the  footsteps  of  the  flock  my  way 
With  duteous  love  I  '11  take, 

And  strive  to  curb  my  will,  and  day  by  day 
All  devious  ways  forsake. 

Then  seek  me,  tender  Shepherd,  lest  I  die, 
Or  further  from  Thee  roam  ; 

In  pity  heed  Thy  wanderer's  heart-wrung  cry, 
And  bring  me  safely  home. 


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"WHO  CAN  FORGIVE  SINS,  BUT  GOD 
ONLY  ? " 

jlNE  Priest  alone  can  pardon  me, 
Or  bid  me  u  Go  in  peace  ;  " 
Can  breathe  that  word,  "  Absolvo  te,'' 
And  make  these  heart-throbs  cease  : 
My  soul  hath  heard  His  priestly  voice  ; 
It  said,  "  I  bore  thy  sins,  —  rejoice  !  " 

He  show'd  the  spear-mark  in  His  side, 

The  nail-print  on  His  palm  ; 
Said,  "  Look  on  Me,  the  crucified ; 

Why  tremble  thus  ?     Be  calm  ! 
All  power  is  mine  —  I  set  thee  free, — 
Be  not  afraid  —  Absolvo  te." 

By  Him  my  soul  is  purified, 

Once  leprous  and  defiled, 
Cleansed  in  the  fountain  from  His  side, 

God  sees  me  as  a  child  : 
No  priest  can  heal  or  cleanse  but  He ; 
No  other  say,  u  Absolvo  te." 


2.yi  Elim^  or  Hymns 

He  robed  me  in  a  priestly  dress 
That  I  might  incense  bring, 

Of  prayer  and  praise  and  righteousness, 
To  heaven's  eternal  King  : 

And  when  He  gave  this  robe  to  me, 

He  smiled  and  said,  "  Absolvo  te." 

In  heaven  He  stands  before  the  throne, 
The  great  High-Priest  above, 

"  Melchisedec,"  —  that  name  alone 
Can  sin's  dark  stain  remove  : 

To  Him  I  look  on  bended  knee, 

And  hear  that  sweet  —  "  Absolvo  te." 

A  girded  Levite  here  below, 

I  willing  service  bring, 
And  fain  would  tell  to  all  I  know 

Of  Christ,  the  Priestly  King  : 
Would  win  all  hearts  from  sin  to  flee, 
And  hear  Him  say,  "  Absolvo  te." 

A  little  while,  and  He  shall  come 

Forth  from  the  inner  shrine, 
To  call  His  pardon'd  brethren  home ; 
O  bliss,  supreme,  divine  ! 
When  every  blood-bought  child  shall  see 
The  Priest  who  said,  "  Absolvo  te." 


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KYRIE  ELEISON. 

ORD   Jesus  Christ,  my  faithful  Shep- 
herd, hear  ; 
Feed   me  with   Thy  grace,  draw  inly 
near ; 
By  Thee  redeem'd,  in  Thee  alone  I  live, 
All  I  need  't  is  Thou  canst  give  : 
Kyrie  Eleison. 

Ah,  Lord,  Thy  timid  sheep  now  feed 
With  joy  upon  Thy  heavenly  mead, 

Lead  us  to  the  crystal  river 

Whence  our  life  is  flowing  ever  : 
Kyrie  Eleison. 

For  Thou  art  calling  all  the  toil-oppress'd, 

All  the  weary  to  Thy  rest ; 

The  pardon  of  their  sins  is  here  bestow'd, 
Thou  dost  free  them  from  their  load  : 
Kyrie  Eleison. 


234  Eiim,  or  Hymns. 

Ah,  come,  Thyself  put  forth  Thine  hand, 

Unbind  this  heavy  iron  band, 
Set  me  from  my  sorrows  free, 
Give  me  strength  to  follow  Thee  : 
Kyrie  Eleison. 

Thou  fain  wouldst  heart  and  Soul  to  Thee  incline, 
Take  me  from  myself  and  make  me  Thine ; 

Thou  art  the  Vine  and  I  the  branch,  oh,  grant 

I  may  grow  a  living  plant : 

Kyrie  Eleison. 

For  nought  but  sin  I  find  in  me, 
Yet  are  they  done  away  in  Thee  > 

Mine  are  anguish,  fear,  unrest, 

But  in  Thee,  Lord,  I  am  blest : 
Kyrie  Eleison. 


€i)e  fte^ttrrection  of  tfje  SStoUp* 


I    BELIEVE    IN    THE     RESURRECTION    OF 
THE    BODY. 

|EAR  Saviour  of  a  dying  world, 
Where  grief  and  change  must  be, 
In  the  new  grave  where  Thou  wast  laid, 
My  heart  lies  down  with  Thee. 
Oh,  not  in  cold  despair  of  joy, 

Or  weariness  of  pain, 
But  from  a  hope  that  shall  not  die, 
To  rise  and  live  again. 


I  would  arise  in  all  Thy  strength 

My  place  on  earth  to  fill, 
To  work  out  all  my  time  of  war 

With  love's  unflinching  will  ; 
Firm  against  every  doubt  of  Thee 

For  all  my  future  way  — 
To  walk  in  Heaven's  eternal  light 

Throughout  the  changing  day. 


236  Elim^  or  Hymns 

Ah,  such  a  day  as  thou  shalt  own. 

When  suns  have  ceased  to  shine  ! 
A  day  of  burdens  borne  by  Thee, 

And  work  that  all  was  Thine. 
Speed  Thy  bright  rising  in  my  heart, 

Thy  righteous  kingdom  speed, — 
Till  my  whole  life  in  concord  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed. " 

Oh  for  an  impulse  from  Thy  love 

With  every  coming  breath, 
To  sing  that  sweet  undying  song 

Amid'the  wrecks  of  death  ! 
A  "  hail !  "  to  every  mortal  pang 

That  bids  me  take  my  right 
To  glory  in  the  blessed  life 

Which  Thou  hast  brought  to  light. 

I  long  to  see  the  hallowed  earth 

In  new  creation  rise, — 
To  find  the  germs  of  Eden  hid 

Where  its  fallen  beauty  lies,  — 
To  feel  the  spring-tide  of  a  soul 

By  one  deep  love  set  free  ; 
Made  meet  to  lay  aside  her  dust, 

And  be  at  home  with  Thee. 


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And  then  — there  shall  be  yet  an  end  — 

An  end  how  full  to  bless  ! 
How  dear  to  those  who  watch  for  Thee 

With  human  tenderness ! 
Then  shall  the  saying  come  to  pass 

That  makes  our  home  complete, 
And,  rising  from  the  conquered  grave, 

Thy  parted  ones  shall  meet. 

Yes  —  they  shall  meet,  and  face  to  face 

By  heart  to  heart  be  known, 
Clothed  with  Thy  likeness,  Lord  of  life, 

And  perfect  in  their  own. 
For  this  corruptible  must  rise, 

From  its  corruption  free, 
And  this  frail  mortal  must  put  on 

Thine  immortality. 

Shine,  then,  Thou  Resurrection  Light, 

Upon  our  sorrows  shine  ! 
The  fulness  of  Thy  joy  be  ours, 

As  all  our  griefs  were  Thine. 
Now,  in  this  changing,  dying  life 

Our  faded  hopes  restore, 
Till,  in  Thy  triumph  perfected, 

We  taste  of  death  no  more. 


238  Elim,  or  Hymns 


THE  WIDOW  OF  NAIN. 

"And  ewhen  the  Lord  saew  her,  He  had  compassion  on 
her,  and  said  unto  her,  Weep  not" — 'Luke  vii.  13. 

IIORTH  from  the  city  gate, 
As  evening  shadows  lengthen  o'er  the 
plain, 

And    the    hushed     crowd   in    reverent    silence 
wait, 
Passed  out  a  funeral  train. 

Only  one  mourner  there, 
Slowly,  with  feeble  steps,  following  the  dead, 
In  the  sad  travail  of  the  soul's  despair 

Bowed  down  her  stricken  head. 

For  him  she  wept  forlorn, 
Of  care  the  solace,  and  of  age  the  stay, 
Whose  silver  cord  was  broken  ere  the  morn 

Had  brightened  into  day. 

Thus  hath  it  ever  been, — 
Time,  the  destroyer,  sweeps  relentless  by, 


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When  hopes  are  strong  and  leaves  of  promise 
green, 
And  manhood's  heart  beats  high. 

Who  comes  of  stately  mien, 
As  one  with  travel  weary,  seeking  rest,  — 
Whose  aspect  gentle,  and  whose  brow  serene, 

Speak  of  a  mission  blest  ? 

'T  is  He,  with  power  to  save, 
Who  where  desponding  grief  his  vigil  kept, 
Knowing  all  human  sufferings,  at  the  grave 

Of  Lazarus  wept. 

Thus  spake  He, — "Weep  no  more  ! 
Be  still,  sad  heart !      Be  dry,  ye  moistened  eyes  ! 
Thus  to  the  living  I  the  dead  restore  ! 

Sleeper,  awake,  arise  !  " 

Then  at  His  bidding  came 
To  those  cold  lips  the  warm,  returning  breath  ; 
Then  did  He  kindle  life's  extinguished  flame, 

Victor  o'er  Sin  and  Death. 

And  thus  He  ever  stands, — 
Friend  of  the  fallen,  wiping  all  tears  away, 


240  Elim,  or  Hymns 

Wherever  Sorrow  lifts  her  suppliant  hands, 
And  Faith  remains  to  pray. 

Where'er  the  wretched  flee, 
From  the  rude  conflict  of  this  world  distrest, 
Consoling  words  He  whispers,  —  "  Come  to  Me, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest! " 

Till  at  the  second  birth, 
He  bids  the  woes  and  wrongs  of  ages  cease, 
And  brings  to  an  emancipated  earth, 

Judgment,  and  truth,  and  peace  ; 

And  gathers  all  His  own 
From  the  four  winds  to  that  eternal  shore, 
Where  Mercy  sits  upon  the  great  white  throne, 

And  Death  shall  be  no  more. 


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THE   GRAVE   AT   BETHANY. 

OVE'S  tears  fell  fast,  like  the  thick  rain 
that  weepeth 
Earth's  glory  fled  ; 
"  She  goeth   to    the   grave,"   they   said,  "  she 
keepeth 

Watch  o'er  the  dead." 

But  she  hath  heard  the  Master's  call,  and  goeth 

Her  Lord  to  meet  ; 
Her    bursting    heart    with    her    pale    form    she 
throweth 

Low  at  His  feet. 

"  Hadst  Thou  been  here  !  "  —  Faith's  trembling 
sunbeam  glistens 

Through  sorrow's  cloud  : 
Touched  with  the  feeling  of  her  tears,  He  listens 

In  anguish  bowed. 

u  Hadst  Thou  been  here !  "  —  Like  gloom  the 

land  o'ershading, 

Where  sunshine  slept, 
16 


242  Elim^  or  Hymns k 

Came  o'er  His  Godlike  soul  that  soft  upbraiding, 
And  Jesus  wept. 

"Where    have    ye  laid    him?"  —  Where    the 
cypress  clinging 

Skirts  the  low  cave, 
He    stands,    a  light  o'er    Death's  dark  empire 
flinging, 

Mighty  to  save. 

Hushed    are  all  sounds,  while  like  soft  mists 
ascending, 

Quiet  and  calm, 
Goes   up   to   Heaven  the  solemn  prayer,  por- 
tending 

Griefs  richest  balm. 

"  Lazarus,  come  forth  !  v  —  Far  down  in  death's 
abysses 

The  glad  soul  heard, 
And,  like  a  babe  new  waked  by  morning  kisses, 

To  life  is  stirred  ; 

And  as  a  dream  one  waking  moment  tarries, 

Then  melts  in  night, 
No  thought  of  those  dark  days  the  spirit  carries 

Back  to  the  light ; 


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But  even  as  one   who  some  brief  while  hath 
wandered 

On  field  or  foam, 
And   still   on    loved  ones  left  each  night  hath 
pondered, 

Yearning  for  home, — 

He  comes  again  —  all  sweet  familiar  faces 

Beholds  once  more  ; 
Each  natural  scene  the  foreign  past  displaces 

From  memory's  store  ;  — 

So,  without  painful  change,  or  fearful  wonder, 

From  his  calm  bed, 
Parting  the  curtains  of  the  grave  asunder, 

Came  forth  the  Dead  ; 

Earnest  of  that  far  time,  when,  to  us  waking, 

This  life  shall  seem, 
Amid  that  higher  Life  upon  us  breaking, 

A  strange,  faint  dream. 


244  JSUm)  or  Hymns 


THE  MAID  JS  NOT  DEAD,  BUT  SLEEPETH. 

EFT  in  her  little  room  alone, 

The  Ruler's  child  lay  stiff  and  dead, 
While,  vainly  warm,  the  Syrian  sun 
Play'd  round  her  cold  and  silent  bed  ; 

While,  vainly  soft,  from  Judah's  hills 
Sigh'd  through  the  lattice  the  soft  air, 

That  could  not  move  the  close  white  lip, 
Nor  heave  again  the  bosom  fair. 

The  voice  of  anguish  and  despair 

Is  loud  within  the  chamber  near, 
Of  them  lamenting  bitterly 

Her  early  doom  with  groan  and  tear. 

Her  mother  maketh  grievous  moan  :  — 
"  Ah  !  had  the  sire  more  swiftly  sped, 

And  brought  the  mighty  Prophet  here 
Ere  the  last  lingering  breath  was  fled  ! 


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<c  What  now  avails  that  far  away 

Comes  o'er  the  plain  his  hastening  tread ! 

Go  tell  him  that  he  trouble  not  , 

The  Master  more  ;   my  child  is  dead." 

Dead  !  is  all  o'er  when  that  is  said  ? 

Are  hope,  and  trust,  and  comfort,  gone  ? 
The  servant  tells  the  weeping  sire, 

And  yet  the  Prophet  journeys  on. 

He  stands  amid  the  mourning  throng  : 
"  Why  do  ye  make  this  bitter  cry  ? 

The  damsel  is  not  dead,  she  sleeps." 

They  laugh  in  scorn, —  they  saw  her  die. 

Yea,  but  they  see  not  the  strong  power 
For  life  and  death  that  standeth  by, 

Nor  read  the  awful  Godhead  veil'd 
Beneath  that  meekly  patient  eye. 

Go  forth,  then,  unbelieving  throng  ; 

The  three  apostles,  and  the  twain 
Who  love  so  tenderly,  alone 

Shall  see  her  spirit  come  again. 

Now  waken,  waken,  little  maiden, 
His  foot  is  on  thy  chamber- floor, 


246  Elirri)  or  Hymns, 

The  Lord  God  of  the  living  cometh 
Thine  earthly  being  to  restore. 

He  takes  her  cold  resistless  hand  :  — 
u  Damsel,  I  say  to  thee,  arise." 

Lo,  life  returns,  with  mantling  flow, 
To  cheek,  and  brow,  and  kindling  eyes. 

She  riseth  up,  she  walketh  forth, 
Her  lip  is  red,  her  heart  is  warm  ; 

He  gives  her  to  her  mother's  kiss, 
He  gives  her  to  her  father's  arm. 

Surely,  we  too  have  hope  in  sorrow, 
Who  for  our  Christian  brethren  weep  ; 

Christ  is  our  Life  and  Resurrection  ; 
They  are  not  dead,  they  do  but  sleep. 


SUnti  tt>e  %ifz  (CbedajBftins* 


STRANGERS   AND   SOJOURNERS. 

E  have  no  home  on  earth  below, 

And  time  is  short  and  heaven  is  near ; 
O  that  our  hearts  were  wean&d  so 
That  we  could  live  like  strangers  here : 


Like  pilgrims  that  have  paused  an  hour 
To  rest  upon  some  foreign  strand  ; 

Like  banished  men  that  love  to  pour 
The  praises  of  their  Fatherland  ! 

Bright  are  the  flowers  that  God  has  lent 
To  bloom  beneath  the  traveller's  tread  ; 

And  beautiful  the  starry  tent 

He  spreadeth  o'er  the  pilgrim's  head. 


But  in  the  Land  that 's  far  away 

There  needs  no  light  of  sun  or  moon  ; 

And  flowers  that  never  know  decay 
Along  its  starless  shores  are  strewn. 


248  Elim,  or  Hymns 


BELOW    AND    ABOVE. 

'OWN  below  the  wild  November  whist- 
ling 
Through  the  beech's  dome  of  burning 
red, 
And  the  Autumn  sprinkling  penitential 
Dust  and  ashes  on  the  chestnut's  head. 

Down  below  a  pall  of  airy  purple, 

Darkly  hanging  from  the  mountain-side, 

And  the  sunset  from  his  eyebrow  staring 
O'er  the  long  roll  of  the  leaden  tide. 

Up  above  the  Tree  with  leaf  unfading, 

By  the  everlasting  river's  brink, 
And  the  Sea  of  glass,  beyond  whose  margin 

Never  yet  the  sun  was  known  to  sink. 

Down  below  the  white  wings  of  the  sea-bird, 
Dashed  across  the  furrows  dark  with  mould, 

Flitting  like  the  memories  of  our  childhood 
Through  the  trees  now  waxen  pale  and  old. 


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i 
Down  below  imaginations  quivering 

Through  our  human  spirits  like  the  wind, 
Thoughts  that  toss  like  leaves  about  the  wood- 
land, 
Hopes  like  sea-birds  flashed  across  the  mind. 

Up  above  the  host  no  man  can  number, 
In  white  robes,  a  palm  in  every  hand, 

Each  some  work  sublime  forever  working, 
In  the  spacious  tracts  of  that  great  Land. 

Up  above  the  thoughts  that  know  not  anguish, 
Tender  care,  sweet  love  for  us  below, 

Noble  pity  free  from  anxious  terror, 
Larger  love  v/ithout  a  touch  of  woe. 

Down  below  a  sad,  mysterious  music, 

Wailing  through  the  woods  and  on  the  shore, 

Burdened  with  a  grand  majestic  secret 
That  keeps  sweeping  from  us  evermore. 

Up  above  a  music  that  entwineth, 

With  eternal  threads  of  golden  sound, 

The  great  poem  of  this  strange  existence, 

All    whose    wondrous    meaning    hath    been 
found. 


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Down  below  the  Church  to  whose  poor  win- 
dow 

Glory  by  the  autumnal  trees  is  lent, 
And  a  knot  of  worshippers  in  mourning, 

Missing  some  one  at  the  Sacrament. 

Up  above  the  burst  of  Hallelujah, 
And  (without  the  sacramental  mist 

Wrapt  around  us  like  a  sunlit  halo) 
The  great  vision  of  the  face  of  Christ. 

Down  below  cold  sunlight  on  the  tombstones, 
And  the  green,  wet  turf  with  faded  flowers, 

Winter  roses,  once  like  young  hopes  burning, 
Now  beneath  the  ivy  dripped  with  showers  : 

And  the   new-made   grave   within   the  church- 
yard, 

And  the  white  cap  on  that  young  face  pale, 
And  the  watcher  ever  as  it  dusketh 

Rocking  to  and  fro  with  that  long  wail. 

Up  above  a  crowned  and  happy  spirit, 
Like  an  infant  in  the  eternal  years, 

VVho  shall  grow  in  love  and  light  forever, 
Ordered  in  his  place  among  his  peers. 


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Oh  the  sobbing  of  the  winds  of  autumn, 
Oh  the  sunset  streak  of  stormy  gold, 

Oh  the  poor  heart  thinking  in  the  church-yard, 
"Night  is  coming,  and  the  grave  is  cold." 

Oh  the  pale  and  plashed  and  sodden  roses, 
Oh  the  desolate  heart  that  grave  above, 

Oh  the  white  cap  shaking  as  it  darkens 
Round  that  shrine  of  memory  and  love. 

Oh  the  rest  forever,  and  the  rapture  ! 

Oh  the  Hand  that  wipes  the  tears  away  ! 
Oh  the  golden  homes  beyond  the  sunset, 

And  the  hope  that  watches  o'er  the  clay  ! 


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NOW  IS  OUR  SALVATION  NEARER  THAN 
WHEN    WE   BELIEVED. 


NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, - 
I  'm  nearer  home  to-day 
Than  I  ever  have  been  before.*5 


Nearer  my  Father's  House, 
Where  the  many  mansions  be, 

Nearer  the  Great  White  Throne, 
Nearer  the  Jasper  Sea  j 

Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down, 
Nearer  leaving  the  Cross, 

Nearer  gaining  the  Crown. 

But  lying  darkly  between, 

Winding  down  through  the  night, 
Is  the  dim  and  unknown  stream 

That  leads  me  at  last  to  the  Light. 


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Closer,  closer  my  steps 

Come  to  the  dark  abysm, 
Closer  Death  to  my  lips 

Presses  the  awful  chrysm. 

Saviour,  perfect  my  trust, 

Strengthen  the  might  of  my  faith  ; 
Let  me  feel  as  I  would  when  I  stand 

On  the  rock  of  the  shore  of  death  ;  — 

Feel  as  I  would  when  my  feet 

Are  slipping  over  the  brink, 
For  it  may  be  I  'm  nearer  Home  — 

Nearer  now  than  I  think ! 


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THE   DEATH    OF   THE   CHRISTIAN.     % 
Acts  xii. 

HE    Apostle   slept,  —  a  light  shone  in 
the  prison, 
An  angel  touched  his  side  ; 
u  Arise!  "  he  said  ;  and  quickly  he  hath  risen, 
His  fettered  arms  untied. 

The  watchers  saw  no  light  at  midnight  gleaming, 

They  heard  no  sound  of  feet ; 
The  gates  fly  open,  and  the  saint,  still  dreaming, 

Stands  free  upon  the  street. 

So  when  the  Christian's  eyelid  droops  and  closes 

In  nature's  parting  strife, 
A  friendly  Angel  stands  where  he  reposes, 

To  wake  him  up  to  life. 

He  gives  a  gentle  blow,  and  so  releases 

The  spirit  from  its  clay ; 
From  sin's  temptations,  and  from  life's  distresses, 

He  bids  it  come  away. 


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It  rises  up,  and  from  its  darksome  mansion 

It  takes  its  silent  flight ; 
And  feels  its  freedom  in  the  large  expansion 

Of  heavenly  air  and  light. 

Behind,  it  hears  Time's  iron  gates  close  faintly, 

It  now  is  far  from  them  ; 
For  it  has  reached  the  City  of  the  saintly, 

The  New  Jerusalem. 

A  voice  is  heard  on  earth  of  kinsfolk  weeping 

The  loss  of  one  they  love  : 
But  he  is  gone  where  the  redeemed  are  keeping 

A  Festival  above  ! 

The  mourners  throng  the  way,  and  from  the 
steeple 

The  funeral-bell  tolls  slow ; 
But  on  the  golden  streets  the  holy  people 

Are  passing  to  and  fro  \ 

And  saying  as  they  meet,  "  Rejoice  !  another, 

Long  waited  for,  is  come  £' 
The  Saviour's  heart  is  glad,  a  younger  brother 

Hath  reached  the  Father's  Home  ! 


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WHO,   AND   WHENCE? 

[OT  from  Jerusalem  alone 

To  heaven  the  path  ascends  ; 

As  near,  as  sure,  as  straight  the  way 
That  leads  to  the  celestial  day, 
From  furthest  realms  extends  — 
Frigid  or  torrid  zone. 

What  matters  how  or  when  we  start  ? 
One  is  the  crown  to  all ; 

One  is  the  hard  but  glorious  race, 
Whatever  be  our  starting-place ; 
Rings  round  the  earth  the  call 
That  says,  Arise,  depart ! 

From  the  balm-breathing,  sun-loved  isles 
Of  the  bright  Southern  sea, 

From    the    de'ad    North's    cloud-shadowed 

pole, 
We  gather  to  one  gladsome  goal, — 
One  common  home  in  thee, 
City  of  sun  and  smiles  ! 


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The  cold,  rough  billow  hinders  none  ; 
Nor  helps  the  calm,  fair  main  ; 

The  brown  rock  of  Norwegian  gloom, 
The  verdure  of  Tahitian  bloom, 
The  sands  of  Misriam's  plain, 
Or  peaks  of  Lebanon. 

As  from  the  green  lands  of  the  vine, 
So  from  the  snow  wastes  pale, 
We  find  the  ever-open  road 
To  the  dear  city  of  our  God  ; 
From  Russian  steppe,  or  Burman  vale, 
Or  terraced  Palestine. 

Not  from  swift  Jordan's  sacred  stream 
Alone  we  mount  above  ; 

Indus  or  Danube,  Thames  or  Rhone, 
Rivers  unsainted  and  unknown, 
From  each  the  Home  of  love 
Beckons  with  heavenly  gleam. 

Not  from  gray  Olivet  alone 
We  see  the  gates  of  life  ; 

From  Morven's  heath  or  Jungfrau's  snow, 
We  welcome  the  descending  glow 
Of  pearl  and  chrysolite, 
And  the  unsetting  sun. 
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Elim^  or  Hymns 


Not  from  Jerusalem  alone 

The  Church  ascends  to  God  ; 

Strangers  of  every  tongue  and  clime, 
Pilgrims  of  every  land  and  time, 
Throng  the  well-trodden  road 
That  leads  up  to  the  throne. 


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ONLY   WAITING. 

NLY  waiting  till  the  shadows 
Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 
Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown; 
Till  the  r/ight  of  earth  is  faded 

From  the  heart  once  full  of  day  ; 
Till  the  stars  of  heaven  are  breaking 
Through  the  twilight,  soft  and  gray. 

Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 

Have  the  last  sheaf  gathered  home  ; 
For  the  summer  time  is  faded, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come  ; 
Quickly,  reapers  !   gather  quickly 

These  last  ripe  hours  of  my  heart, 
For  the  bloom  of  life  is  withered, 

And  I  hasten  to  depart. 

Only  waiting  till  the  angels 
Open  wide  the  mystic  gate, 

At  whose  feet  I  long  have  lingered, 
Weary,  poor,  and  desolate. 


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260  Elim,  or  Hymns 

Even  now  I  hear  their  footsteps 
And  their  voices  far  away  ; 

If  they  call  me,  I  am  waiting, — 
Only  waiting  to  obey. 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown  : 
Then  from  out  the  gathering  darkness 

Holy,  deathless  stars  shall  rise, 
By  whose  light  my  soul  shall  gladly 

Tread  its  pathway  to  the  skies  ! 


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GOING    HOME. 

*  Suffer  the  little  children  to  come  unto  Me,  and  for- 
bid them  not:  for  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  God."  — 
St.  Mark  x.  14. 

HEY  are  going  —  only  going  — 
Jesus  called  them  long  ago  ; 
All  the  wintry  time  they  're  pass- 
ing 
Softly  as  the  falling  snow. 
When  the  violets  in  the  spring-time 

Catch  the  azure  of  the  sky, 
They  are  carried  out  to  slumber 
Sweetly  where  the  violets  lie. 

They  are  going  • —  only  going  — 

When  with  summer  earth  is  drest, 
In  their  cold  hands  holding  roses 

Folded  to  each  silent  breast  : 
When  the  autumn  hangs  red  banners 

Out  above  the  harvest  sheaves, 
They  are  going  —  ever  going  — 

Thick  and  fast,  like  falling  leaves. 


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All  along  the  mighty  ages, 

All  adown  the  solemn  time, 
They  have  taken  up  their  homeward 

March  to  that  serener  clime, 
Where  the  watching,  waiting  Angels 

Lead  them  from  the  shadow  dim, 
To  the  brightness  of  His  presence 

Who  has  called  them  unto  Him. 

They  are  going  —  only  going  — 

Out  of  pain  and  into  bliss  \ 
Out  of  sad  and  sinful  weakness 

Into  perfect  holiness. 
Snowy  brows —  no  care  shall  shade  them  ; 

Bright  eyes  —  tears  shall  never  dim  ; 
Rosy  lips  —  no  time  shall  fade  them  ; 

Jesus  called  them  unto  Him. 

Little  hearts  for  ever  stainless,  — 

Little  hands  as  pure  as  they,  — 
Little  feet,  by  Angels  guided, 

Never  a  forbidden  way ! 
They  are  going  —  ever  going  — 

Leaving  many  a  lonely  spot ; 
But  'tis  Jesus  who  has  called  them  — 

Suffer,  and  forbid  them  not  ! 


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THE  JERUSALEM   THAT   IS    ABOVE. 

RIEF  life  is  here  our  portion  ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 
The  tearless  life,  is  there. 

O  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest : 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 
But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 

Of  full  and  everlasting 
And  passionless  renown  : 

And  now  we  watch  and  struggle, 

And  now  we  live  in  hope, 
And  Sion  in  her  anguish 

With  Babylon  must  cope  : 

But  He  whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 


264  Elim^  or  Hymns 

And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 
Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 


The  morning  shall  awaken, 
The  shadows  flee  away, 

And  each  true-hearted  servant 
Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 

There  God,  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  forever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

Part  II. 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country, 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 

For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 

The  mention  of  thy  glory 
Is  unction  to  the  breast, 

And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  light,  and  rest. 

O  one,  O  only  Mansion  ! 
0  Paradise  of  Joy  ! 


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Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 
And  smiles  have  no  alloy  ; 

The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

With  Jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 
Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze  ; 

The  sardius  and  the  topaz 
Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 

Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  ; 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 

Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 


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Part  III. 

Jerusalem  the  golden  ! 

With  milk  and  honey  blest ! 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 

I  know  not,  oh  !  I  know  not 
What  joys  await  us  thei;e  ; 

What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

They  stand,  those  halls  of  Sion, 
All  jubilant  with  song, 

And  bright  with  many  an  Angel, 
And  all  the  martyr  throng : 

The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 
The  daylight  ever  bright ; 

The  pastures  of  the  blessed 
Are  decked  in  glorious  light. 

There  is  a  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast ; 


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And  they,  who  with  their  Leader . 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

O  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 

The  Home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect  ! 

Jesu,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest : 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


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NO   NIGHT   THERE. 

HERE  is  no  night  in  heaven : 
In  that  blest  world  above 
Work  never  can  bring  weariness, 
For  work  itself  is  love. 
There  is  no  night  in  heaven  : 
Yet  nightly  round  the  bed 
Of  every  Christian  wanderer 
Faith  hears  an  angel  tread. 

There  is  no  grief  in  heaven  : 

For  life  is  one  glad  day, 
And  tears  are  of  those  former  things 

Which  all  have  passed  away. 

There  is  no  grief  in  heaven  : 

Yet  angels  from  on  high 
On  golden  pinions  earthward  glide, 

The  Christian's  tears  to  dry. 


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There  is  no  sin  in  heaven  : 

Behold  that  blessed  throng ; 
All  holy  is  their  spotless  robe, 

All  holy  is  their  song. 

There  is  no  sin  in  heaven: 

Here  who  from  sin  is  free  ? 
Yet  angels  aid  us  in  our  strife 

For  Christ's  true  liberty. 

There  is  no  death  in  heaven  : 

For  they  who  gain  that  shore 
Have  won  their  immortality, 

And  they  can  die  no  more. 

There  is  no  death  in  heaven  : 

But  when  the  Christian  dies, 
The  angels  'wait  his  parted  soul, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies. 


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"  THOU    ART   MY   PORTION,   O  LORD  1  M 

HAVE  a  heritage  of  joy 

That  yet  I  must  not  see, 
The  hand  that  bled  to  make  it  mine 
Is  keeping  it  for  me. 

I  have  a  certainty  of  love 

That  sets  my  heart  at  rest, 
A  calm  assurance  for  to-day, 

That  to-be  thus  is  best. 

My  heart  is  resting,  O  my  God, 

My  heart  is  in  Thy  care  j 
I  hear  the  voice  of  joy  and  health 

Resounding  everywhere. 

"  Thou  art  my  portion,"  saith  my  soul  — 

u  Amen !  "  sweet  voices  say  ; 
The  music  of  that  glad  Amen 

Will  never  die  away. 


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"TILL   THE   CHANGE   COME." 


THE    SONG    OF    DOUBT. 


HIS  earth  is  the  court  of  a  palace, 

Where  petitioners  wait  for  the  King, 
Till  the  solemn-eyed  servitor  cometh 
Them  into  the  Presence  to  bring. 
Till  Death,  the  dread  summoner,  cometh, 

While  with  fear  all  the  waiters  are  dumb, 
And  he  beckoneth,  beckoneth  ever, 

Saying,  "  Up  !  for  thy  hour  is  come." 
Saying,  "  Up  !   for  thy  waiting  is  ended." 

Then  dismally  brazen  bells  swing, 
And  sad  with  a  gloomy  foreboding, 
We  go  to  the  Court  of  the  King. 


THE    SONG    OF    FAITH. 


This  earth  is  watching  and  waiting, 
Looking  on  and  longing  by  night, 

While  far  on  the  distant  horizon, 
The  heavens  are  belted  with  light- 


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The  heavens  are  bright  at  His  coming, 

Who  bringeth  the  message  of  love, 
And  who  beckoneth,  beckoneth  ever, 

Saying,  "  Come  to  thy  Father  above." 
Saying,  "  Come  !  for  the  King  is  thy  Father." 

Then  sweetly  the  happy  bells  ring, 
And  gladly  with  hearts  of  rejoicing, 

We  go  to  the  Court  of  the  King. 


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THE  MOUNT  OF   OLIVES. 

44  He  went  out  into  a  mountain  to  pray,  and  continued 
nil  night  in  prayer  to  God." — Luke  vi.  12. 

jlHOU  didst  love  the  evening  hours, 
Saviour  of  the  world  and  me, 
And  the  closing  of  the  flowers 
Brought  a  welcome  rest  to  Thee, 
As  the  hireling  gladly  sees 
The  long  shadows  of  the  trees. 

Rest,  but  not  on  beds  of  down, 

Curtained  close  in  soft  repose  ; 
Thou  didst  seek  the  mountain's  crown  j 

Where  the  shady  olive  grows, 
Thou  didst  find  a  place  of  prayei, 
Commune  with  Thy  Father  there. 

Ah  !   methinks  I  see  Thee  now, 
Climbing,  late,  the  mountain-side  ; 

Cool  night  breezes  fan  Thy  brow, 
Day's  long  cares  in  shadows  hide  : 

Far  below  the  Eastern  steep 

Salem  lies  in  double  sle^p  ! 


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All  day  long  those  hands  of  Thine 
Mercy's  almoners  have  been  ; 

All  day  long  those  eyes  Divine 

Sights  of  want  and  woe  have  seen  ; 

All  day  long  those  ears  have  heard 

Many  a  harsh  and  sinful  word. 

Angel  hands  Thy  couch  shall  spread 
On  the  green  and  mossy  sward  ; 

At  Thy  feet  and  at  Thy  head 

Cherubs  shall  keep  watch  and  ward  : 

Bright,  like  his  at  Luz,  shall  be 

Midnight  visions  unto  Thee  ! 

Nay,  He  rests  not, —  see  Him  there, 
Kneeling  low  upon  the  sod, 

All  the  burden  of  His  prayer 
Pouring  forth  as  man  to  God  ; 

Far  away  from  earthly  jars, 

In  the  clear,  calm  light  of  stars. 

For  Himself  He  prays  awhile, — 
Strength  to  do  His  will  on  earth  ; 

He  whose  spirit  knew  no  guile, 
Bore  no  taint  of  sinful  birth, — 

Strength  to  bear  His  Father's  frown, 

Grace  to  spurn  the  proffered  crown  : 


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Then  for  those  few  simple  sheep, 

Earnest  of  His  future  Fold, 
Fervent  yearnings  upward  leap, 

Faith  and  Hope  for  them  grow  bold  ; 
Angel  censers  through  the  air 
Waft  the  perfume  of  His  prayer. 

But  the  first  gray  light  of  morning 

Pierces  now  the  olive  shade  *, 
Early  birds,  with  gentle  warning, 

Carol  through  the  leafy  glade  j 
All  unrested,  save  by  prayer, 
Jesus  drinks  the  morning  air. 

Saviour!  let  the  evening  hours 
Dear  to  us,  Thy  children,  be  ; 

With  clasped  hands,  as  folded  flowers, 
Praying  earnestly  to  Thee, 

Let  our  vesper-worship  rise 

Incense-like  before  Thine  eyes  ;  — 

Then,  when  that  dark  eventide 

Closes  in  our  life's  long  day, 
And,  like  some  steep  mountain-side, 

Frowns  the  last  and  lonesome  way, 
Bright  to  us  that  path  shall  be, 
Found  alone,  O  Lord,  with  Thee ! 


2/8  Elim,  or  Hymns 


A   PRAYER. 

ASK  not  wealth,  but  power  to  take 

And  use  the  things  I  have  aright  •, 
Not  years,  but  wisdom  that  shall  make 
My  life  a  profit  and  delight. 

I  ask  not  that  for  me  the  plan 

Of  good  and  ill  be  set  aside, 
But  that  the  common  lot  of  man 

Be  nobly  borne  and  glorified. 

I  know  I  may  not  always  keep 

My  steps  in  places  green  and  sweet, 

Nor  find  the  pathway  of  the  deep 
A  path  of  safety  to  my  feet. 

But  pray,  that,  when  the  tempest's  breath 
Shall  fiercely  sweep  my  way  about, 

I  make  not  shipwreck  of  my  faith 
In  the  unbottomed  sea  of  doubt; 

And  that,  though  it  be  mine  to  know 
How  hard  the  stoniest  pillow  seems, 


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Good  angels  still  may  come  and  go 
On  the  bright  ladder  of  my  dreams. 

I  do  not  ask  for  love  below, — 

That  friends  shall  never  be  estranged  ; 

But  for  the  power  of  loving,  so 

My  heart  may  keep  its  youth  unchanged. 

Youth,  joy,  wealth  —  Fate,  I  give  thee  these  ; 

Leave  faith  and  hope  till  life  is  passed  ; 
And  leave  my  heart's  best  impulses 

Fresh  and  unfailing  to  the  last. 

For  this  I  count,  of  all  sweet  things, 
The  sweetest  out  of  heaven  above  ; 

And  loving  others  surely  brings 
The  fullest  recompense  of  love  ! 


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REST    AND   PEACE   IN   TRUTH. 


DO    not   ask,    O    Lord,    that    Thou 
shouldst    shed 

Full  radiance  here  ; 
Give  but  a  ray  of  peace,  that  I  may  tread 

Without  a  fear  ; 
I  do  not  ask  my  cross  to  understand, 
*  My  way  to  see  — 

Better  in  darkness  just  to  feel  Thy  hand 

And  follow  Thee, 
Joy  is  like  restless  day ;  but  peace  divine, 

Like  quiet  night : 
Lead  me,  O  Lord  —  till  perfect  day  shall  shine, 

Through  peace  to  light. 


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HERE   IS   MY   HEART. 

(1ERE  is  my  heart !  —  my  God,  I  give  it 
Thee; 
I  heard  Thee  call  and  say, 
"  Not  to  the  world,  my  child,  but  unto  me  ;"— 

I  heard  and  will  obey. 
Here  is  love's  offering  to  my  King, 
Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring,  — 
Here  is  my  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart !  —  surely  the  gift,  though  poor, 

My  God  will  not  despise; 
Vainly  and  long  I  sought  to  make  it  pure, 

To  meet  Thy  searching  eyes  ; 
Corrupted  once  in  Adam's  fall, 

The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all, — 
My  guilty  heart  !   ■ 

Here  is  my  heart! —  my  heart  so  sad  before, 

Now  by  Thy  grace  made  meet ; 
Yet  bruised  and  wearied,  it  can  only  pour 

Its  anguish  at  Thy  feet ; 


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It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin, 

It  sighs  salvation's  joy  to  win, — 

My  mourning  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart  !  —  in  Christ  its  longings  end, 

Near  to  the  cross  it  draws  ; 
It  says,  cc  Thou  art  my  portion,  O,  my  Friend ! 

Thy  blood  my  ransom  was." 
And  in  the  Saviour  it  has  found 

What  blessedness  and  peace  abound, — 
My  trusting  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart !  —  ah  !   Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Its  nature  to  renew, 
And  consecrate  it  wholly  as  Thy  home, 

A  temple  fair  and  true. 
Teach  it  to  love  and  serve  Thee  more, 

To  fear  Thee,  trust  Thee,  and  adore, — 
My  cleansed  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart  !  —  it  trembles  to  draw  near 

The  glory  of  Thy  throne  : 
Give  it  the  shining  robe  Thy  servants  wear, 

Of  righteousness  Thine  own  ; 
Its  pride  and  folly  chase  away, 

Thou  who  art  wise,  and  just,  and  true, — 
My  waiting  heart ! 


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Here  is  my  heart !  —  O  Friend  of  friends,  be  near 

To  make  the  tempter  fly ; 
And  when  my  latest  foe  I  wait  with  fear, 

Give  me  the  victory. 
Gladly  on  Thy  love  reposing, 

Let  me  say,  when  life  is  closing, 
"Here  is  my  heart!" 


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A   SOUL'S   ENTREATY. 


SHORD,  what  unvalued  pleasures  crowned 
p^l  The  days  of  old  ! 

'   When  Thou  wert  so  familiar  found, 

Those  days  were  gold. 

When  Abram  wished,  Thou  couldst  afford 

With  him  to  feast ; 
When  Lot  but  said,  "  Turn  in,  my  Lord," 

Thou  wert  his  guest. 

But  ah  !  this  heart  of  mine  doth  pant 

And  beat  for  Thee, 
Yet  Thou  art  strange,  and  wilt  not  grant 

Thyself  to  me. 

What!  shall  Thy  people  be  so  dear 

To  Thee  no  more  ? 
Or  is  not  heaven  to  earth  so  near 

As  heretofore  ? 


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The  famished  raven's  hoarser  cry 

Finds  out  Thine  ear  ; 
My  soul  is  famished,  and  I  die, 

Except  Thou  hear. 

O  Thou  great  Alpha  !  King  of  kings  ! 

Or  bow  to  me, 
Or  lend  my  soul  seraphic  wings 

To  mount  to  Thee. 


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EVENING   HYMN   OF  THE   GREEKS. 

HE  day  is  past  and  over  ; 

All  thanks,  O  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 
I  pray  Thee  that  offenceless 
The  hours  of  dark  may  be. 
O  Jesu,  keep  me  in  Thy  sight, 
And  save  me  through  the  coming  night ! 

Lighten  mine  eyes,  O  Saviour, 

Or  sleep  in  death  shall  I  ; 
And  he,  my  wakeful  Tempter, 
Triumphantly  shall  cry  : 
c<  He  could  not  make  their  darkness  light, 
Nor  guard  them  through  the  hours  of  night  ! 

Be  Thou  my  soul's  preserver, 

O  God,  for  Thou  dost  know 
How  many  are  the  perils 

Through  which  I  have  to  go  : 
Lover  of  men  !   O  hear  my  call, 
And  guard  and  save  me  from  them  all ! 


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EVEN-SONG. 

1  COME  to  Thee  to-night, 
I  In    my  lone   closet  where  no  eye  can 
see, 

And  dare   to  crave  communion  high  with  Thee, 
Father  of  love  and  light! 

Softly  the  moonbeams  shine 
On  the 'still  branches  of  the  shadowy  trees, 
While  all  sweet  sounds  of  evening  on  the  breeze 

Steal  through  the  slumbering  vine. 

Thou  gavest  the  calm  repose 
That   rests    on    all,  —  the   air,    the    birds,    the 

flowers, 
The  human  spirit  in  its  weary  hours, 

Now  at  the  bright  day's  close. 

'T  is  Nature's  time  for  prayer  ; 
The  silent  praises  of  the  glorious  sky, 
And  the  earth's  orisons,  profound  and  high, 

To  Heaven  their  breathings  bear. 


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With  them  my  soul  would  bend 
In  humble  reverence  at  Thy  holy  throne, 
Trusting  the  merits  of  Thy  Son  alone 

Thy  sceptre  to  extend. 

If  I  this  day  have  striven 
With  Thy  blest  Spirit,  or  have  bowed  the  knee 
To  aught  of  earth  in  weak  idolatry, 

I  pray  to  be  forgiven. 

If  I  have  turned  away 
From  grief  or  suffering  which  I  might  relieve, 
Careless  the  cup  of  water  e'en  to  give,  * 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  I  pray. 

And  teach  me  how  to  feel 
My  sinful  wanderings  with  a  deeper  smart ; 
And  more  of  mercy  and  of  grace  impart, 

My  sinfulness  to  heal. 

Not  for  myself  alone 
Would  I  these  blessings  of  Thy  love  implore  ; 
But  for  each  penitent  the  wide  world  o'er, 

Whom  Thou  hast  called  Thine  own. 

And  for  my  heart's  best  friends, 
Whose  steadfast  kindness  o'er  my  painful  years 


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Has  watched  to  soothe  affliction's  grief  and  tears, 
My  warmest  prayer  ascends. 

Should  o'er  their  path  decline 
The  light  of  gladness,  or  of  hope,  or  health, 
Be  Thou  their  solace,  and  their  joy,  and  wealth, 

As  they  have  long  been  mine. 

And  now,  O  Father,  take 
The  heart  I  cast  with  humble  faith  on  Thee, 
And  cleanse  its  depths  from  each  impurity, 

For  my  Redeemer's  sake  ! 


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LIGHTEN    OUR   DARKNESS. 

OD  the  Father,  be  Thou  near, 

Save  from  every  harm  to-night ; 
Make  us  all  Thy  children  dear, 
In  the  darkness  be  our  Light. 

God  the  Saviour,  be  our  Peace, 

Put  away  our  sins  to-night ; 
Speak  the  word  of  full  release, 

Turn  our  darkness  into  light. 

Holy  Spirit,  deign  to  come, 

Sanctify  us  all  to-night  ; 
In  our  hearts  prepare  Thy  home, 

Then  our  darkness  shall  be  light. 

Holy  Trinity,  be  nigh  ! 

Mystery  of  love  adored, 
Help  to  live  and  help  to  die, — 

Lighten  all  our  darkness,  Lord ! 


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AN    EVENING  HYMN. 

jlWEET  Saviour  !  bless  us  ere  we  go  ; 
Thy  word  into  our  minds  instil  ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus !  be  our  light  ! 

The  day  is  done,  its  hours  have  run  ; 

And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all, — 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 

The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 

Grant  us,  dear  Lord  !  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  ; 
And  bless  us  more  than  in  past  days 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 

Do  more  than  pardon  ;  give  us  joy, 

Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty  ; 
And  simple  hearts  without  alloy 

That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 


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Labor  is  sweet,  for  Thou  hast  toiled  ; 

And  care  is  light,  for  Thou  hast  cared  : 
Ah  !  never  let  our  works  be  soiled 

With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 

For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 

The  sinful,  —  unto  Thee  we  call  ; 
O  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad  : 
Thou  art  our  Jesus  and  our  All ! 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus  !  be  our  light ! 


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MIDNIGHT. 

Y  God,  now  I  from  sleep  awake, 
The  sole  possession  of  me  take  ; 
From  midnight  terrors  me  secure, 
And  guard  my  heart  from  thoughts  impure  ! 

Bless'd  angels  !   while  we  silent  lie, 
You  hallelujahs  sing  on  high  ; 
You  joyful  hymn  the  Ever-blest 
Before  the  throne,  and  never  rest, 

I  with  your  choir  celestial  join 
In  offering  up  a  hymn  divine  \ 
With  you  in  heaven  I  hope  to  dwell, 
And  bid  the  night  and  world  farewell. 


Give  me  a  place  at  Thy  saints'  feet, 
Or  some  fall'n  angel's  vacant  seat ! 
I  '11  strive  to  sing  as  loud  as  they 
Who  sit  above  in  brighter  day. 

O  may  I  always  ready  stand 

With  my  lamp  burning  in  my  hand  : 


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May  I  in  sight  of  Heaven  rejoice, 
Whene'er  I  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice ! 

The  Sun  in  its  meridian  height 

Is  very  darkness  in  Thy  sight ! 

My  soul  O  lighten  and  inflame, 

With  thought  and  love  of  Thy  great  Name  ! 

Bless'd  Jesu,  Thou  on  heaven  intent, 
Whole  nights  hast  in  devotion  spent ; 
But  I,  frail  creature,  soon  am  tired, 
And  all  my  zeal  is  soon  expired. 

Lord,  lest  the  tempter  me  surprise, 
Watch  over  Thine  own  sacrifice ! 
All  loose,  all  idle  thoughts  cast  out, 
And  make  my  very  dreams  devout ! 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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MORNING. 

i|OME,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking  : 
Now  is  breaking 

O'er  the  earth  another  day  : 
Come  to  Him  who  made  this  splendor, 
See  thou  render 

All  thy  feeble  strength  can  pay. 

Gladly  hail  the  light  returning  : 
Ready  burning 

Be  the  incense  of  thy  powers : 
For  the  night  is  safely  ended ; 
God  hath  tended 

With  His  care  thy  helpless  hours. 

Pray  that  He  may  prosper  ever 
Each  endeavor, 

When  thine  aim  is  good  and  true  ; 
But  that  He  may  ever  thwart  thee 
And  convert  thee, 

When  thou  evil  would'st  pursue. 


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Think  that  He  thy  ways  beholdeth, 
He  unfoldeth 

Every  fault  that  lurks  within, 
Every  stain  of  shame  glossed  over 
Can  discover, 

And  discern  each  deed  of  sin. 

Fettered  to  the  fleeting  hours, 
All  our  powers, 

Vain  and  brief  are  borne  away  : 
Time,  my  soul,  thy  ship  is  steering, 
Onward  veering, 

To  the  gulf  of  death  a  prey. 

Only  God's  free  gifts  abuse  not, 
Light  refuse  not, 

But  His  Spirit's  voice  obey ; 
Soon  shall  joy  thy  brow  be  wreathing, 
Splendor  breathing 

Fairer  than  the  fairest  day. 


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PRAYER  FOR  THE  GIFT  OF  GRATITUDE. 

[H,  come  to  me,  dear  Lord,  I  pray, 
And  let  Thy  love  my  spirit  stay  : 
Behold,  it  longeth  sore  for  Thee, 

I  would  it  might  more  worthy  be. 

To  forest  streams  the  hart  doth  hie, 

When  he  for  thirst  is  fain  to  die  ; 

And  so  my  soul  doth  pant  for  Thee, 

0  Jesu,  Jesu,  come  to  me. 

1  cannot  love  Thee  as  I  would, 
Yet  pardon  me,  O  Highest  Good ; 
My  life,  and  all  I  call  mine  own, 

I  lay  before  Thine  altar-throne : 

And  if  a  thousand  lives  were  mine, 

O  sweetest  Lord,  they  should  be  Thine ; 

And  scanty  would  the  offering  be, 

So  richly  hast  Thou  loved  me. 


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IN  ALL  TIME  OF  OUR  PROSPERITY  GOOD 
LORD  DELIVER  US. 

j|H,  not  alone  when  blinding  tears 
Fall  over  those  we  've  lately  lost, 
And  our  weak  hearts  are  wrecked  and 
tossed 
On  the  dark  ocean  of  our  fears  ;  — 

But  when  dear  friends  around  us  prove 

How  sweet  the  joys  that  Thou  hast  given, 
Then,  lest  we  lose  our  hold  on  heaven, 

Good  Lord,  deliver  in  Thy  love  ! 

Not  only  when  the  weary  head 

Turns  restlessly  through  all  the  night, 
And  watches,  longing,  till  the  light 

Comes,  joyless,  to  the  sufferer's  bed  ;  — 

But  when,  with  even  pulse,  the  blood 

Thrills  through  our  veins  unchecked  and  free, 
Then,  lest  we  fail  in  love  to  Thee, 

Dear  Lord,  deliver,  —  Thou  art  good  ! 


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Not  only  when  in  poverty 

We  sink  beneath  our  load  of  care, 
And  drag  the  Cross  we  cannot  bear, 

As  did  our  Lord  on  Calvary  \  — 

But  when  the  stores  of  wealth  are  poured, 
Around  us  by  Thy  liberal  grace, 
Lest  what  Thou  givest  hide  Thy  face, 

Oh  then  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 

Not  only  when,  with  faltering  tread, 
We  totter  down  the  slope  of  age, 
And,  weary  with  our  pilgrimage, 

Envy  the  sweetly  slumbering  dead  ;  — 

But  when  we  raise  the  battle-song, 

In  youth's  glad  hour  of  hope  and  pride, 
Then,  lest  we  leave  our  Captain's  side, 

Kind  Lord,  deliver,  —  Thou  art  Strong. 

Our  sorrows  guide  us  to  Thy  feet, 

We  seek  Thee  through  the  gathering  cloud, 
And  when  the  tempest  thunders  loud, 

We  hide  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 


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But  joy  oft  leads  us  far  astray, 

We  value  not  Thy  strong  defence  ; 
Oh  seek  us  where  we  wander  thence, 

Good  Lord,  deliver  then,  we  pray. 


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ASPIRATION. 

H  Lord,  my  God,  how  long  I  for  the  day 
When  this  poor,  doubting,  sinful  heart 
Shall  ne'er  be  vexed  by  Satan's  art, 
But  throughly  cleansed  from  all  impurity  ; 
When  shall  it  be  ? 

Joyful  I  tread  Thy  courts  ;  I  love  them  well : 
Yet  my  heart  pineth  to  behold 
The  pearly  gates  and  streets  of  gold, 

And  shall  I  ever  that  fair  city  see  ? 
When  shall  it  be  ? 

Ofttimes  I  feel  a  secret  worm  within 
Stealthily  gnawing  at  life's  inmost  core, 
And  a  still  voice  asks  daily,  o'er  and  o'er : 

cc  Is  the  dread  Reaper  sent  to  gather  me  ?  " 
When  shall  it  be  ? 

Now  do  I  see  how  life  goes  out  in  pining, 
While  death,  impatient,  waits  his  prey  : 


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Quickly  night  shutteth  out  the  day ; 
Then  work  and  prayer  are  over,  soul,  for  thee 
Soon  shall  it  be  ? 

O  Lord,  my  God  !   I  ask  not  rest  ;  but  only 
That  morn  and  eve  to  Thee  I  bring 
A  broken  heart  for  offering  ; 

Waiting  till  Thou  shalt  please  to  set  it  free,* 
Then  let  it  be  ! 


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DAY  AND  NIGHT. 

"  //  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  and 
to  sing  praises  unto  Thy  'Name,  O  most  Highest ;  To  tell 
of  Thy  loving-kindness  early  in  the  morning ;  and  of 
Thy  Truth  in  the  night -seas  on.  —  Psalm  xcii.  1,  2. 

THINK  of  Thee,  my  God,  by  night, 

And  talk  of  Thee  by  day  ; 
Thy  love  my  treasure  and  delight, 
Thy  truth  my  strength  and  stay. 

The  day  is  dark,  the  night  is  long, 

Unblest  with  thoughts  of  Thee; 
And  dull  to  me  the  sweetest  song 

Unless  its  theme  Thou  be. 

Like  pleasant  thoughts  of  those  we  love, 

Which  are  of  self  a  part, 
Which  neither  day  nor  night  remove 

Out  of  the  loving  heart, — 


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So  all  day  long,  and  all  the  night, 

Lord,  let  Thy  presence  be 
Mine  air,  my  breath,  my  shade,  my  light, 

Myself  absorbed  in  Thee. 


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DISCOURAGED   BECAUSE   OF   THE  WAY. 

J  HE  way  seems  dark  about  me  ;  overhead 
The   clouds  have  long   since    met    in 
gloomy  spread, 
And  when  I  looked  to  see  the  day  break  through, 
Cloud  after  cloud  came  up  with  volume  new. 

And  in  that  shadow  I  have  passed  along, 
Feeling  myself  grow  weak  as  it  grew  strong, 
Walking  in  doubt,  and  searching  for  the  way, 
And  often  at  a  stand,  as  now  to-day. 

And  if  before  me  on  the  path  there  lies 
A  spot  of  brightness  from  imagined  skies, 
Imagined  shadows  fall  across  it,  too, 
And  the  far  future  takes  the  present  hue. 

Perplexities  do  throng  upon  my  sight, 

Like  scudding  fog-banks,  to  obscure  the  light  ; 


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Some  new  dilemma  rises  every  day, 
And  I  can  only  shut  my  eyes  and  pray. 

Lord,  I  am  not  sufficient  for  these  things  ; 
Give   me   the    light  that  Thy   sweet    presence 

brings  ; 
Give  me  Thy  grace  ;  give  me   Thy   constant 

strength  ; 
Lord,  for  my  comfort,  now  appear  at  length. 

It  may  be  that  my  way  doth  seem  confused, 
Because  my  heart  of  Thy  way  is  afraid,  — 
Because  my  eyes  have  constantly  refused 
To  see  the  only  opening  Thou  hast  made. 

Because  my  will  would  cross  some  flowery  plain, 
Where  Thou  hast  thrown  a  hedge  from  every 

side, 
And  turneth  from  the  stony  walk  of  pain, 
Its  trouble  or  its  care  not  even  tried. 

If  thus  I  try  to  force  my  way  along, 
The  smoothest  road  incumbered  is  for  me  ; 
For  were  I  as  an  angel  swift  and  strong, 
I  could  not  go  unless  allowed  by  Thee. 


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And  now  I  pray  Thee,  Lord,  to  lead  Thy  child, 
Poor  wretched  wanderer  from  Thy  grace  and 

love,  — 
Whatever  way  Thou  pleasest  through  the  wild, 
So  it  but  take  me  to  Thy  home  above. 


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THE   MAID    IN   SYRIA. 

HO  for  the  like  of  me  will  care  ?  " 
So  whispers  many  a  mournful  heart, 
When  in  the  weary  languid  air 
For  grief  or  scorn  we  pine  apart. 

So  haply  mus'd  yon  little  maid, 

From  Israel's  breezy  mountains  borne, 

No  more  to  rest  in  Sabbath  shade, 
Watching  the  free  and  wavy  corn. 

A  captive  now,  and  sold  and  bought, 
In  the  proud  Syrian's  hall  she  waits, 

Forgotten,  —  such  her  moody  thought,  — 
Even^as  the  worm  beneath  the  gates. 

But  One  who  ne'er  forgets  is  here  : 
He  hath  a  word  for  thee  to  speak : 

Oh,  serve  Him  yet  in  duteous  fear, 
And  to  thy  Gentile  lord  be  meek. 


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So  shall  the  healing  Name  be  known 
By  thee  on  many  a  heathen  shore, 

And  Naaman  on  his  chariot  throne 
Wait  humbly  by  Elisha's  door. 

By  thee  desponding  lepers  know 

The  sacred  water's  sevenfold  might, 

Then  wherefore  sink  in  listless  woe  ? 

Christ's  poor  and  needy  claim  your  right. 

Your  heavenly  right,  to  do  and  bear 
All  for  His  sake  ;  nor  yield  one  sigh 

To  pining  doubt ;  nor  ask  "  What  care 
In  the  wide  world  for  such  as  I  ?  " 


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ONE   BY   ONE. 

NE  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 
One  by  one  the  moments  fall  ; 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going, 
Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 

One  by  one  thy  duties  wait  thee, 
Let  thy  whole  strength  go  to  each  ; 

Let  no  future  dreams  elate  thee, 

Learn  thou  first  what  these  can  teach. 

One  by  one,  bright  gifts  from  Heaven, 
Joys  are  sent  thee  here  below  ; 

Take  them  readily  when  given, 
Ready,  too,  to  let  them  go. 

One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee  : 

Do  not  fear  an  armed  band  ; 
One  will  fade  as  others  reach  thee, 

Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 

Do  not  look  at  life's  long  sorrow, 
See  how  small  each  moment's  pain  ; 


314  Elim^  or  Hymns 

God  will  help  thee  for  to-morrow, 
Every  day  begin  again. 

Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly 
Has  its  task  to  do,  or  bear ; 

Luminous  the  crown,  and  holy, 
If  thou  set  each  gem  with  care. 

Do  not  linger  with  regretting, 
Or  for  passing  hours  despond ; 

Nor,  the  daily  toil  forgetting, 
Look  too  eagerly  beyond. 

Hours  are  golden  links,  God's  token 
Reaching  Heaven  ;  but  one  by  one 

Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken 
Ere  the  pilgrimage  be  done. 


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THEY  THAT   SOW    IN   TEARS   SHALL 
REAP   IN   JOY. 

E  have  not  sowed  in  vain  ! 

Though  the  heavens  seem  as  brass, 
And  piercing  the  crust  of  the  burning 
plain 
Ye  scan  not  a  blade  of  grass. 

Yet  there  is  life  within, 

And  waters  of  life  on  high  ; 
One  morn  ye  shall  wake,  and  the  Spring's  soft 
green 

O'er  the  moistened  fields  shall  lie. 

Tears  in  the  dull,  cold  eye, 

Light  on  the  darkened  brow, 
The  smile  of  peace,  or  the  prayerful  sigh, 

Where  the  mocking  smile  sits  now. 

Went  ye  not  forth  with  prayer  ? 

Then  ye  went  not  forth  in  vain  ; 
"  The  Sower,  the  Son  of  man,"  was  there, 

And  His  was  that  precious  grain. 


316  Elim^  or  Hymns 

Ye  may  not  see  the  bud, 

The  first  sweet  sign  of  Spring, 
The  first  slow  drops  of  the  quickening  show*. 

On  the  dry,  hard  ground  that  ring. 

But  the  harvest-home  ye  '11  keep, 
The  Summer  of  life  ye  '11  share, 

When  they  that  sow  and  they  that  reap 
Rejoice  together  there. 


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CHRIST   AT  SYCHAR. 

"  Jesus   saith  unto  ber9  Give   Me  to  drink."  —  St, 
John  iv.  7. 

IVE  Me  to  drink!     And  who  and  what 
art  Thou 
That  askest  drink  of  me,  a  child  of 
earth  ? 
O    wondrous    suppliant !     Yes,   I   know  Thee 
now, 
Though  once  a  stranger   to    Thy   matchless 
worth. 

Give  Thee  to  drink!     Yes,  had  I  seen  Thee 
here 
Athirst  and  weary,  seated  on  the  well, 
O  how  mine  heart  had  throbbed  Thine  heart  to 
cheer, 
This  feeble  tongue  it  hath  no  words  to  tell. 

But  Jesus  say  —  what  wouldst  Thou  have  me  do 
To  prove   the  love   I  then  would  fain  have 
showed  ? 


318  J&lim^  or  Hymns 

"  I  have  a  little  band,  a  faithful  few, 

Pilgrims   and   strangers    on    their    homeward 
road. 

"  Whene  'er  you  see  them  weary  on  the  way, 
Athirst  or  fainting,  then  remember  Me ; 

Think  then  thou  hearest  Me,  the  Master,  say, 
c  Give  Me  to  drink.'     This  boon  I  crave  of 
thee. 

"  And,  oh  !  when  thou  shalt  sit  with  Me  beside 
The  river  of  life's  water,  cool  and  clear, 

The  same  which  issued  from  My  wounded  side, 
When  in  death's  agony  I  thirsted  here, 

"I  will  give  thee  to  drink  —  oh!  such  a  draught 
Of  life  and  love  from  My  unbounded  store, 

As  no  poor  thirsting  spirit  ever  quaffed, 

When   thou  shalt  drink  with  Me  and  thirst 
no  more." 


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THE   SAGES   AND   THE   SHEPHERDS. 

[1 A  ME  North   and  South   and   East  and 
West, 
Four  sages,  to  a  mountain  crest, 
Each  pledged  to  search  the  wide  world  round 
Until  the  wondrous  well  he  found. 

Before  a  crag  they  made  their  seat, 

Pure  bubbling  waters  at  their  feet. 

Said  one,  This  well  is  small  and  mean, 

Too  petty  for  a  village  green  ! 

Another  said,  So  small  and  dumb, 

From  earth's  deep  centre  can  it  come  ? 

The  third,  This  water  seems  not  rare, 

Not  even  bright,  but  pale  as  air  ! 

The  fourth,  Thick  crowds  I  looked  to  see  ; 

Where  the  true  well  is  these  must  be. 

They  rose  and  left  the  mountain  crest,  — 
One  North,  one  South,  one  East,  one  West. 
O'er  many  seas  and  deserts  wide 
They  wandered,  thirsting,  till  they  died. 

The  simple  shepherds  by  the  mountain  dwell, 
And  dip  their  pitchers  in  the  wondrous  well. 


320  Elim,  or  Hymns 


"AS    ONE    WHOM    HIS   MOTHER    COM- 
FORTETH." 

COME,  dear  Lord,  like  a  tired  child, 

'  to  creep 
Unto  Thy  feet,   and   there  awhile  to 
sleep. 
Weary,  though  not  with  a  long  busy  day, 
But  with  the  morning's  sunshine  and  with  play, 
And   with  some  tears  that   fell,  although,   the 

while, 
They    scarce    were    deep   enough    to  drown  a 
smile. 

There  is  no  need  of  words  of  mine  to  tell 
My  heart  to  Thee ;  Thou  needest  not  to  spell, 
As  others  must,  my  hidden  thoughts  and  fears, 
From  out  my  broken  words,  my  sobs,  or  tears ; 
Thou  knowest  all,  knowest  far  more  than  I, 
The  inner  meaning  of  each  tear  or  sigh. 

Thou  mayest  smile,  perchance,  as  mothers  smile 
On  sobbing  children,  seeing,  all  the  while, 


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How  soon  will  pass  away  the  endless  grief, 
How  soon  will  come  the  gladness  and  relief; 
But  if  Thou  smilest,  yet  Thy  sympathy 
Measures  my  grief  by  what  it  is  to  me. 

And  not  the  less  Thy  love  doth  understand, 
And  not  the  less,  with  tender,  pitying  hand, 
Thou  wipest  all  my  tears,  and  the  sad  face 
Doth  cherish  to  a  smile  in  Thy  embrace, 
Until  the  pain  is  gone,  and  Thou  dost  say, 
"  Go  now,  my  child,  and  work  for  Me  to-day." 


322  Elirriy  or  Hymns 


SOMETHING   FOR   THEE. 

flOMETHING,  my  God,  for  Thee, 
Something  for  Thee  ; 
That  each  day's  setting  sun  may  bring 
Some  penitential  offering ; 
In  Thy  dear  name  some  kindness  done ; 
To  Thy  dear  love  some  wanderer  won ; 
Some  trial  meekly  borne  for  Thee, 
Dear  Lord,  for  Thee. 

Something,  my  God,  for  Thee, 

Something  for  Thee ; 
That  to  Thy  gracious  throne  may  rise 
Sweet  incense  from  some  sacrifice,  — 
Uplifted  eyes  undimmed  by  tears, 
Uplifted  faith  unstained  by  fears, 
Hailing  each  joy  as  light  from  Thee, 

Dear  Lord,  from  Thee. 


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Something,  my  God,  for  Thee, 

Something  for  Thee  ; 
For  the  great  love  that  Thou  hast  given, 
For  the  great  hope  of  Thee  and  heaven, 
My  soul  her  first  allegiance  brings, 
And  upward  plumes  her  heavenward  wings, 
44  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  !  " 


324  Elim^  or  Hymns 


THE    CARVER'S    LESSON. 

j|RUST    me,    no    mere    skill   of    subtle 
tracery, 
No  mere  practice  of  a  dextrous  hand, 
Will  suffice  without  a  hidden  spirit, 
That  we  may  or  may  not  understand. 

And  those  quaint  old  fragments  that  are  left  us 
Have  their  power  in  this,  — the  artist  brought 

Earnest  faith  and  reverent  patience  only 
Worthily  to  clothe  some  noble  thought. 

Shut  there  in  the  petals  of  the  flowers, 
Round  the  stems  of  all  the  lilies  twine, 

Hide  beneath  the  bird's  or  angel's  pinions,  ■ 
Some  wise  meaning  or  some  thought  divine. 

Place  in  stony  hands,  that  pray  forever, 

Tender  words  of  peace  ;  and  strive  to  bind 

Round  the  leafy  scrolls  and  fretted  niches 
Some  true  loving  message  to  your  kind. 


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Some  will  praise,  some  blame,  and    some   for- 
getting, 

Come  and  go,  nor  even  pause  to  gaze  \ 
Only  now  and  then  a  passing  stranger 

Just  may  linger,  with  a  word  of  praise. 

But  I  think,  when  years  have  floated  onward, 
And  the  stone  is  gray  and  dim  and  old, 

And  the  hand  forgotten  that  had  carved  it, 
And  the  heart  that  dreamt  it  still  and  cold,  — 

There  may  come  some  weary  soul,  o'erladen 
With  perplexing  trouble  of  the  brain, 

Or,  it  may  be,  fretted  with  life's  turmoil, 
Or  made  sore  by  some  perpetual  pain ;  — 

Then  I  think  those  stony  hands  will  open, 

And  the  gentle  lilies  overflow 
With  the  blessing  and  the  loving  token 

That  you  hid  there  many  years  ago. 

And  those  tendrils  will  unfold,  and  teach  him 
How  to  solve  the  problem  of  his  pain, 

And  those  birds'  and  angels'  wings  shake  down- 
ward 
On  his  head  a  meek  and  quiet  rain. 


326 


Elim^  or  Hymns 


While  he  marvels  at  his  fancy  rinding 

Meaning  in  that  quaint  and  ancient  scroll, 

Little  guessing  that  the  loving  carver 
Left  the  lesson  for  his  weary  soul. 


of  Holy  Refreshment.  327 

MARAH   AND    ELIM. 
Exodus  xv.   23-27. 

I  O-D'AY  't  is  Elim,  with  its  palms  and 
wells, 
And  happy  shade  for  desert-weariness ; 
'Twas  Mar  ah  yesterday,  all  rock  and  sand, 
Unshaded  solitude  and  bitterness. 

Yet  the  same  desert  holds  them  both  ;  the  same 
Soft  breezes  wander  o'er  the  lonely  ground ; 

The  same  low  stretch  of  valley  shelters  both, 
And     the    same    mountains    compass     them 
around. 

So  is  it  here  with  us  on  earth  ;  and  so 

I  do  remember  it  has  ever  been  ; 
The  bitter  and  the  sweet,  the  grief  and  joy, 

Lie  near  together,  but  a  day  between. 

Sometimes  God  turns  our  bitter  into  sweet ; 
Sometimes    He    gives     us    pleasant    water- 
springs;    • 


328 


Elimj  or  Hymns, 


Sometimes  He  shades  us  with  His  pillar-cloud, 
And  sometimes  to  a  blessed  palm-shade  brings. 

What  matters  it  ?  The  time  will  not  be  long  \  — 
Marah  and  Elim  will  alike  be  past ; 

Our  desert-wells  and  palms  will  soon  be  done ; 
We  reach  the  city  of  our  God  at  last, 

O  happy  land  !   beyond  these  lonely  hills, 
Where  gush  in  joy  the  everlasting  springs  ; 

O  holy  Paradise  !   above  these  heavens, 

Where  we  shall  end  our  desert-wanderings. 


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Ah  many  a  time  we  look  on  starlit  nights  .  197 

Alleluia!   Alleluia!       .             .              .  .            158 

A  pathway  opens  from  the  tomb     .             .  .160 

Art  thou  weary  ?  art  thou  languid  ?  .             71 

Behind  them  lies  the  desert  waste     .             .  38 

Behold  !  a  Stranger  's  at  the  door !  .             46 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion             .             .  .263 

By  Christ  redeemed,  in  Christ  restored  .            186 

By  Nebo's  lonely  mountain              .             .  .     203 

Calm  lay  the  city  in  its  double  sleep       .  .           141 

Came  North  and  South  and  East  and  West  .     319 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not          .             .  .           181 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come  !                .  .180 

Come,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking   .  .           295 

Come,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown             .  .       57 

Come  !  ye  lofty,  come  !  ye  lowly          .  .              87 

Cross,  most  adored  !  to  thee  I  give  my  heart  .     123 

Darker  than  night,  life's  shadows  fall  around  us  18 

Darkly  rose  the  guilty  morning       .  .98 

Dear  little  One  !  how  sweet  Thou  art  .             89 

Dear  Saviour  of  a  dying  world        .             .  .     235 

Down  below  the  wild  November  whistling  *           248 

Faith  is  a  very  slender  thing             .             .  .219 

Far  from  the  Shepherd's  one  true  Fold  I  stray  229 


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Father  !  for  Thy  kindest  word 

Father,  my  cup  is  full !  . 

Father  of  Love,  who  didst  not  spare 

For  all  who  in  Thy  steadfast  faith 

Forth  from  the  city  gate 

Fresh  glides  the  brook  and  blows  the  gale 

From  England's  gilded  halls  of  state 

iiom  tangled  ways  by  which  I  wandered  far 

Give  Me  to  drink  !     And  who  and  what  art  Thou 
God  the  Father,  be  Thou  near 


Hark  the  sound  of  holy  voices  . 

He  cometh,  on  yon  hallowed  Board 

Here  is  my  heart !  — my  God,  I  give  it  Thee 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee  face  to  face 

Here  on  earth,  where  foes  surround  us  . 

How  long,  O  Lord,  in  weariness  and  sorrow 

I  ask  not  wealth,  but  power  to  take 

I  bore  with  thee  long  weary  days  and  nights 

I  come,  dear  Lord,  like  a  tired  child,  to  creep 

I  come,  O  Lord,  to  Thy  dear  face 

I  come  to  Thee  to-night 

I  do  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  Thou  shouldst  shed 

I  have  a  heritage  of  joy 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches 

In  those  dark  hours  of  bitter  woe 

I  saw  again.     Behold  !  Heaven's  open  door 

I  think  of  Thee,  my  God,  by  night 

I  thirst,  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 

It  is  a  day  of  fear  . 

I  would  that  I  were  fairer,  Lord  !    . 

Jesu !  behold,  the  Wise  from  far 


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Jesu!  guide  our  way            .             .             .  •     I7I 

Jesu,  mighty  Sufferer !  say                        .             .  96 

Jesus  is  God  !  the  glorious  bands     .             .  53 

Jesus,  pro  me  perforatus               .             .             .  152 

Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts  ! .             .  23 

Jesus,  while  He  dwelt  below      .             .             .  104 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom  .     190 

Left  in  her  little  room  alone       .             .             .  244 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates              .  .167 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  my  faithful  Shepherd,  hear   .  233 

Lord,  to  Thine  altar  let  me  go         .             .  .     133 

Lord,  what  unvalued  pleasures  crowned              .  284 

Lo !  the  feast  is  spread  to-day          .             .  .132 

Love  craves  the  presence  and  the  sight  .             .  215 

Love,  in  all  its  depth  and  height      .             .  .69 
Love's  tears  fell  fast,  like  the  thick  rain  that  weepeth  241 


Master,  where  abidest  Thou  ? 
My  God,  now  I  from  sleep  awake 
Mysterious  is  Thy  presence,  Lord  . 

No  Gospel  like  this  Feast 
Not  from  Jerusalem  alone    . 
Now  lift  the  carol,  men  and  maids 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking 

Oh,  come  to  me,  dear  Lord,  I  pray 

Oh  Lord,  my  God,  how  long  I  for  the  day  . 

Oh,  not  alone  when  blinding  tears 

O  Lord,  the  wilderness  to  me 

O  Love,  who  formedst  me  to  wear 

O  Mount  beloved  !  mine  eyes  again 

Once  I  thought  to  sit  so  high     . 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing    . 


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293 
127 

148 

256 

94 

183 
297 
301 
298 
40 

73 

16 

130 

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One  Priest  alone  can  pardon  me      .             .  .231 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought       .             .  .           252 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows           .             .  .     259 

On  red  Rephidim's  battle-plain                .  .            191 

O  time  of  tranquil  joy  and  holy  feeling !  .       44 
Out  on  the  world,  unheeded,  came   there  One  at 

midnight  hour            .              .              .  91 

Perpetual  peace  flows  from  that  word     .  .             80 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers !               .             .  .176 

Resting  from  His  work  to-day  -             .  .           156 

Rest,  weary  heart    .             .             .             .  49 

Say,  art  thou  wounded,  feeble,  weak  ?    .  .             75 

She  brought  her  box  of  alabaster     .             .  .222 

Silence  in  the  house  of  prayer    .              .  .            154 

Something,  my  God,  for  Thee         .             .  .     322 

Soon  will  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  come  .            184 

Supreme  High-Priest,  the  pilgrim's  light       .  .     68 

Sweet  Saviour  !  bless  us  ere  we  go          .  .           291 

That  I  am  Thine,  my  Lord  and  God  !  51 

The  Apostle  slept,  —  a  light  shone  in  the  prison  254 

The  day  is  past  and  over     .              .              .  .286 

The  Galilean  fishers  toil              .              .  .              32 

u  The  Master  has  come  over  Jordan  "  .62 

The  merry  world  did,  on  a  day  .             .  .              78 

The  night  is  far  spent,  and  the  day  is  at  hand  .     172 

There  is  an  everlasting  home      .             .  .            121 
There  is  a  rapturous  movement,  a  green  growing    .     100 

There  is  no  night  in  heaven        .              .  .            268 

There  was  a  ship,  one  eve  autumnal,  onward  .         3 

The  rocky  path  still  climbs  the  glowing  steep  .             20 

The  sick  man  in  his  chamber          .             .  .226 


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Page 
The  sun  is  sinking  in  the  west    .  .  .  1 25 

The  tomb  is  empty  ;  wouldst  thou  have  it  full }  .     162 
The  way  seems  dark  about  me  ;  overhead           .  305 

The  wise  men  to  Thy  cradle  throne  .  .       48 

The  wonder-working  Master     ...  85 

The  world  against  me,  I  against  the  world  .     217 
They  are  going  —  only  going    .             .              .  261 

They  have  stopped  the  sacred  well  which  the  Patri- 
archs dug  of  old  ,  .  .  30 

They  talked  of  Jesus,  as  they  went  .    .  .42 

This  earth  is  the  court  of  a  palace  .  .  271 

Thou  art,  O  God,  my  East!    In  Thee  I  dawned  .       15  . 
Thou  Bread  of  Life,  upon  Thy  tongue               .  129 

Thou  didst  love  the  evening  hours  .  .  .     275 

Thou  knowest,  Lord,  the  weariness  and  sorrow  25 

Thou  passest  by  —  Thy  awful  step  I  hear  .  76 

Thou,  that  on  the  first  of  Easters    .  .  .165 

Through  miry  paths  I  labored  on  .  .  115 

Through  my  life,  Thy  spirit  striving  .  .         9 

Through  paths  of  pleasant  thought  I  ran  .  1 

To-day  't  is  Elim,  with  its  palms  and  wells  .     327 
True  Bread  of  life,  in  pitying  mercy  given         .  139 

Trust  me,  no  mere  skill  of  subtle  tracery    .  .     324 

Weary,  working,  plodding  one  .  .  .  114 

We  have  no  home  on  earth  below    .  .  .     247 

Were  it  from  my  heart  alone      .  .  .  150 

We  were  not  with  the  faithful  few  .  .  .6 

'*  We  would  see  Jesus  ;"  for  the  shadows  lengthen         83 
What  countless  crowd  on  Sion  stands  ?  .  210 

What  time  the  Saviour  spread  His  feast      .  59 

When  across  the  inward  thought  .  .  J  88 

When  across  the  heart  deep  waves  of  sorrow  .     117 
When  apple-blossoms  in  the  spring        .             .  13 

When  Jesus  came  to  earth  of  old    .  .  .178 


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When  languor  and  disease  invade           .  .             65 

When  the  house  doth  sigh  and  weep  .             .187 

When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul  .           112 

•"'  Who  for  the  like  of  me  will  care  ?  "  .             .     311 

With  all  the  powers  my  poor  soul  hath  .           143 

Ye  have  not  sowed  in  vain «  .             .     315 


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